Non-Erotic PoetryShades of NothingAlone.
Nothing to hold.
Nothing to dream.
Alone.
Creation has lost it's appeal.
I don't watch the sunset or the sunrise,
or even the waves crash down and feel the same.
The breeze doesn't blow the same.
Rain just falls into puddles on the ground.
Only solitude there in the dark.
Alone.
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