'Empty as a dead balloon,
children's fear of fun,
can't be only standing-room,
must be room to run.
Trivial temptations,
single mothers wait,
clockwork desperations,
why is he so late?
Weaknesses untangle,
trying not to miss him,
in a dark triangle,
someone else could kiss him.
Jealous undercurrent,
don't look down or you'll fall,
apartments are for rent,
the phone is in the hall...'
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