Alone

Always alone
but inseparable
what an ordeal
that is indeed
The World says
we are twisted
enemies want us to perish
but it is a mystery
that you and I
our being itself is art
a poem not prose
lonely beings of art
but full of life
Why doesn’t absence create emptiness?
I wonder Alone
Just like you

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