(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

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A Desert Of My Own Making

Within, straying further into space of unknown delineation, wanting to disappear forever in clouds of ebony sadness, gone forever.
Soundlessly living alone in a desert of my own making, taking care not to let anyone get close again to my heart.
Keeping everyone at bay, no longer caring to be a part of anyone else's world while remaining on earth for the remainder of my life on earth.
Silent for an eternity, not ever moving forward to meet another person.

Submitted: Sunday, March 17, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 18, 2013


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