Alone
My dispirited action is no more than a silent cry.
My passion for solitary is what helps me get by.
It's more than an enhanced degree of fixation.
But one of a thriving thirst of fascination.
My forlorn passion is resembling the ocean of despair.
Feeding my unquenchable thirst, by threatening it into a lair.
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