The lonely souls, they know what they are missing,
I wonder if I can participate
In misery.
Since I don’t share their history,
There is no point to incubate,
The rage that almost feels like blessing.
The silence,
Is all my deaf heart heard of lovely symphony
That tortures them.
But is it not a gem?
I wouldn’t know. For me it’s darkest mystery,
There’s no reliance.
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