What good does it do to write
About the endless rope of loneliness
Coiled round my neck
You who read these poems
Of sorrow and hope
Must be tired of meandering
The scope of my vocabulary
Devoted to misery
Not moving fast enough
To instill a healing
A replacing of void to substance
A happier tune
Truth is I'm tired of it too
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A friend, anyone?
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And your soul to me
I will be kind
I will love you
I will die for you
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