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Dec 2016
Lonely hearts beat the loudest;
They yearn to be heard
They mean to be seen

Lonely nights feel the coldest;
The bed as winter’s head
Conscience as winter's ice

Lonely days seem the longest;
All plans like barren lands
All desires like burning fires

Lonely thoughts are the darkest;
No visions, only excisions
No destiny, only entropy
Charles E Wellington
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Charles E Wellington  24/M/Marietta, Ga
(24/M/Marietta, Ga)   
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