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loneliness
i'm a refugee and poetry is my camp
i'm alone...the perfect time to be by myself!
there is nobody left...
an antagonist of my former self
drifting in vague thoughts
rising right in the denouement of my life
i'm alone in this play
dark haze is derived from my eyes
i live as i was born...alone
trying to make an illusion in these quatrains...
personal thoughts maybe
or a satire of my deepest fears...
an empty space for me to reside
the climax of a blank verse
and the aroma of a half glass of wine
I will speak to the resonance of my poems
since i'm alone
i'm alone...the perfect time to be by myself!
there is nobody left...
an antagonist of my former self
drifting in vague thoughts
rising right in the denouement of my life
i'm alone in this play
dark haze is derived from my eyes
i live as i was born...alone
trying to make an illusion in these quatrains...
personal thoughts maybe
or a satire of my deepest fears...
an empty space for me to reside
the climax of a blank verse
and the aroma of a half glass of wine
I will speak to the resonance of my poems
since i'm alone
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