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White Tiles
Sitting here
Silence, as I speak Misery
loves company I
provide her with all I have she
demands more And so
as this hour passes, to the
air
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[Another bathroom experience. There is nothing quite so depressing as white tiles, stretching out as far as the eye can see. A poem on misery and the immense suffering life seems to heap on the human spirit. See 'A familiar tale' .]