i hate taking a tour
alone by myself,
from time to time i have to ask someone
to click the camera for me.
then i walk in the burnham park
i am mistaken as a ham for sale
it is a pity
being alone spending a sleepless night
in a five star hotel
no channel of the TV appeases me
don't mistake me
i also hate you for this.
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