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I am lonely since the cold war died

I am lonely since the Cold War died

c1999 by S.M. Plottner

I am lonely since the cold war died,
the wall rubbed me raw inside,
but I touched it with my flesh,
now all I touch is death.

I am lonely since Sinatra died,
the tune split my stomach wide,
but I sang it with my tongue,
now every song has been sung.

I am lonely since Zapruder died,
his movie made me hide,
but I viewed it every minute,
now I believe I am in it.

I am lonely since Norma Jean died,
her photo rubbed me raw inside,
I touched myself too much,
now each death is caused by touch.


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