Lovers Anonymos
I often find it hard to write,
My thoughts seem to only come at night
An empty vessel my mind seems to be,
My soul is numb too frequently
I often find calmness in being alone
Even though I’d rather be able to clone
Myself into another in what we call love
In search of anything to feel less of–
A stranger or a loner; whichever I
Am called
But I know that I won’t find
It unless I can love
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