we sail the same boat
on same sea
but our minds are having
different storms
we take side with silence
and lean towards
numbness
we see the same sun but
feel a different coldness
we should have coddled each
others' loneliness
huddled with each much needed
warmth
but as usual what prevails
is our chosen field of
privacy
as we choose
to maim our souls
what we have never spoken
for once.
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