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I have no quarrel with my four walls
We get along just fine
When it rains or when busy night falls
I see in it some design
A sort of second skin, an exoskeleton
Secreted by my culture
Upon my form. I have no external situation
It is the inner creature
That languishes as if imprisoned by all
That read the notes: missing you
And suddenly seem not such a solid wall
For he is missing you too.

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My heart throbs upon a lonely wave
Incline to break upon the shore
Swash all wrapped in markless grave
Sand smooth and showing nothing more
Intermitttant the sighs will come
Nibbling at the last stack of pride
Granite in its pain lack that numb

You get when love's detached  inside
Onward through time the coastline creeps
Up the hills where memory sleeps. 

                       3
Evening calls me now
Away from rowdy class and books
Come beneath the bough
Commune with self as nigh falls
And shadows fled life footfalls

Nothing here but stars
Flowers blooming in the sky
Or perhaps the scars
Where lonely hearts come to die
Less you come and dry this eye. 

Too, too long alone
Stripped by bitter years of grief
Stars becoming stone
Barren rocks without relief
The pall of a wounded leaf

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