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alone
sadness turns on a spindle
weaving beautiful robes to cover my vulnerability
I wrap my nakedness
I am invisible
don't touch me in my dark places
it isn't for mortals
you would lose your way here
foolishly I sought one to traverse with me
it wasn't to be
I must travel the darkness alone
I'm not afraid of what will come
I'm home in a solitary state
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