A solitude enjoyed...
Has been a solitude earned.
One who appreciates a quietness,
Is deserving of a mind at rest.
...
Repetitious are the ramblings dished.
About the broken hearted,
And who tossed them aside,
To disregard and dismiss.
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In the City of Pretense,
People live at a low vibration.
They pride themselves in snooping.
Duped by drug enhanced encounters.
...
Reality is being faced!
Many are awakening...
And finding truth has been replaced.
But when told that this was coming...
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On the lower level,
Squinting eyes sour...
Behind disguising masks.
Worn by those refusing to remove them.
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My address is the same.
It hasn't changed for years.
My telephone number is listed.
So are those of my relatives.
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When I said 'no'
To your question,
About the possibility of us
Getting back together again.
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No one knew.
They kept this to themselves.
For years they carried this,
On their shoulders.
...
Led to believe
One amoungst them
Was beneath.
For years this perception,
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To what degree
Should one accept
Repeated nonsense to please?
Especially when it becomes a pattern
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