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Several weeks later I find myself
Coming back
Very much dissimilar but in the same
manner and with unchanged unmet tasks

Why is it that the solitude of darkness
Welcomes me in more ways that
I remember and at just as many
Times of night?

Fear for me, oh distant close ones
Wherever you are in your mind
I cannot say, I just hope
It is at some point realized

That despite my ample surroundings
I am alone, in a void
Which can only be filled by
An unnamed desire

Yet to be discovered.

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