satira black


The comfort of solitude is equal to it's pain
The pleasure of one's own company becomes hollow
Like the echo in a canyon, there is nothing new in the
voice that returns
The craving for another's view becomes painful

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 8, 2007
Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011

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