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Mar 2021
there is a place in such loneliness,

when your loss is your life.

trade your feelings for your wife.

feel the ground for some sky.

when a door is your weapon

with a life without friends.

with a life without warmth.

in a field of corn.

every lie that was sworn.

just to hide behind doors.
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charles  29/M
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