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Naked Souls
Poetry is a
refuge for
a lonely life
the antidote
for pain
and strife
warm words
blanketing
a frigid night
tonic for thirsty sailors
drowning in an ocean
from which we cannot drink
To our deserted island we go
while the world
casts us loners,
introverts, quiet
weird, crazy...
Let them judge
as they wine and dine
in crowded rooms
on cell patrol
while w...
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 3:18 am
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