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Wistful Soul
alone
again
without
a friend,
in this
world,
simply
a lonely
has-been,
without
anyone
to cherish
no one
to love,
all but
forgotten
except
up above,
adrift
in time,
amidst
ebbless
flows,
a person
whom
nobody
knows,
a solitary
someone
exposed,
this life’s
distant,
nomadic
passerby
juxtaposed
© Eugene Harvey
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