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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.



  1. You reminded me of a poem I wrote years ago ( which I published on WP a while back.

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