Striding forward into a moonlit evening, loneliness walking
alongside, holding me back at times, crying out of an in-
tense sorrow that never wants to leave me interiorly.
Living alone in it's mist, taking steps into it's rhythms
of time, longing for a moment where life will come and res-
cue my heart from this strange and foreign feeling of loss.
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