A cobbled street I walk upon
an ice cream in my hand
a desperate pain envelopes me
for my other hand is empty
I fill it up with a handful of hair
as I sink to my knees and grieve
I turn away to Kungstradgorden
he leaves afull in bloom
I am the crippled swan
who can only swim in circles
getting nowhere, all alone
lonely outcast, flightless bird
the breadcrumbs of pity
sustaining me for naught
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