it isn’t
possible to die from loneliness
what ridiculous
thoughts pound the mind
un-expecting
why do they sit there
and why don’t I
ask
returning for a
second visit
to this somber
place
wonder what the
girl thinks
as she says “back
again?”
not really… I think
smiling as I put
my head back
into my book
onto this page
it tells me to
write
what thought
says is irrelevant
but I will
write it anyway…
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