all the lonely people

wonder at those

wanting words

and hands

and hips

and mouth-

at misplaced wanting

perhaps at all

for hopes

that dont


you think i am

but i am not

i know not how

to be

and all those lovely

thoughts and  dreams

are empty

-just like me


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