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There were five of us

But none of us knew of each other

We thought we were alone

Freaks, loners

Shy exhibitionist

And do we wept alone during the night

We cried and smiled solemnly

Now it is only I

They gave gone

Like they came

Complicated and sweet

Crashed and burned

With shotguns and speedboats

And crashes and bathtubs

And so I weep alone again

And smile alone again

And drown myself until I crash

Until I burn

Until it is my turn