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A Cambridge Lamentation

This place is always a little lonely

At the noise and life;

I like solitude,

But not in places

Where there’s recently been

A lot of people.

Reclusiveness protects you

From nostalgia,

And you can be as nostalgic

In relation to what happened

Half an hour ago

As half a century ago, in fact more so.

I went to the Xmas party.

I danced,

And generally lived it up.

I went to bed sad though.

Discos exacerbate

My sense of solitude.

My capacity for social warmth,

Excessive social dependence,

And romantic zeal,

Can be practically deranging;

It’s no wonder I feel the need;

To escape...

Escape from my own

Drastic social emotivity,

And devastating capacity

For loneliness.

I feel trapped here;

There’s no

Outlet for my talents.

In such a state as this,

I could fall in love with anyone.

The night before last,

I went to the ball,

Couples filing out,

I wanted to be half of every one,

But I didn't want to lose…

I’ll get over how I feel now,

And very soon.

Gradually I’ll freeze again,

Even assuming an extra layer of snow.

I have to get out of here.

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