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Jan 2016
I get lonely
My heart starves for love till it gets bony
Isolation is my bestest friend
Solitude is my next of kin
I'm like a tiny cloud that floats through a blue sky
And gets ignored by the news guy
I am a broken leaf that floats down a cold river
My heart has become so frigid my bones shiver
My teeth chatter, my voice quivers
No grass grows,
the wind blows,
this is my soul's winter
Old poem, written 7/29/2010
Black Jewelz
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Black Jewelz
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