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Millions of lonely people
sitting right next to each other
never saying a word
to one another.
Fearful of starting over
fearful of not being good enough
or pretty enough.
Fearful of being conned
Fearful of rejection
Fearful of wading into the murky waters of a new age heart.
Millions of lonely hearts, flitting past one another.
So afraid of disrespecting their dead soulmate.
Companionship is just a rusty shopping cart away.
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