How did it come to happen,
I don't see the reason why,
There are cold shoulders,
Furtive glances and eyes
That cannot meet my own.
There should be a reason,
For every little action,
Cold shoulders, stiff necks,
Must not be there around us,
The breathing isles of men.
Yet if cold shoulders appear,
They must be frozen barriers,
Nobody wants to touch them,
Just stare blankly, sparingly,
From calculated safe distance.
All of these could be warmed,
If they come very close to me.
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