Non-Erotic PoetryOriental GardenAm I searching for some hidden message?
Astro laden in physics and so forth,
I lay awake with green tub fixtures.
Just a hermit, a widow of contentment.
A sea of friends couldn't dull the pain.
Control could ease desperation.
If only I could muster.
If art imitates life, I am just a cheap imitation.
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