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Where the Lonely People Go The lonely people are home tonight. Something easy on the stove, Arranging letters maybe, That a nameless person sent. The lonely people are in the bar, At that stool where they always sit, Quite as the T.V. picks out letters, For a game show, A beer whose sides are wet, Goes with a tired hand to lips that hardly open. The lonely people are looking out a window, On the storied floor of a brick building, A leafless branch blows back and forth, Like an arm of a broken clock. They are reminded, for no reason, of Havana, And for a moment a foot is almost tapping. The lonely people are working in a Gas Station, On a night when on one is driving, At the end of a dark highway, After they inventoried the snacks, They find a magazine, And carefully crease the binding back. But four years ago they were smiling, With hands pressed sometimes together, Complaining about a pop song, The radio kept playing, And looking nervously, At each others naked bodies. - Deathblade Epic