Dichotomy
My job is in the office,
My bread is in the kitchen,
Yet it haunts me as
My life I am losing.
My dream tells me so -
The only way to vision her
Long brown hair.
Autumn, wood, cacao, seeds.
My clothes are in the closet,
My neighbours next door,
Still this plague wins
Called loneliness.
Ghosts in their chilly houses
Seem a relative now.
Not too special a day
Was Hallow’s eve.
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