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Mar 2021
I am alone singing till I bleed

My throat raw, reflecting a need

The world is big, this water cold

Full of despair, I'm growing old

Salt and sadness and another year gone

I've eaten sunrise and devoured dawn

All but forgotten, I melt into midnight

Following stars, swallowing light

I never learned the language of love

The silence a push, my scream the shove

I wander and wait, the last of my kind

Bowed and beaten, my ending resigned
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niann smith
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