desperately moving
fast to cover
the face
no one will
recognize
a stupid
assumption
someone bound
to see passed
into familiar
eyes
even if they
never were
content to be
alone
still lonely
no one knows
how to solve that puzzle
desperately
seeking solitude
disaster every
time trusting too many
his ideas seem
so foreign to others
the afternoon
begins its departure
looking through
thoughts
like a flip
book hoping for one
to carry him
until morning…
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