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Loneliness is when you are

not alone, just abandoned

~

by the word tenderness.  Dress in

your layers and layers of thick cinder

~

block walls where tears hide

~

in silence, so nobody calls.  Those

shining pink lips have been gnawed

~

to cracks and surfacing

blood.  Leaning on everything said

~

and meant, in so much meaningless.  Asking

would you be in my love if I need you, in print.

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2 Comments

  1. You reminded me of a poem I wrote years ago (http://slpmartin.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=420&action=edit) which I published on WP a while back.


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