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Solitude stirs,
Raising its silent head To blink slowly at the light Sneaking through the curtain crack, While silence wraps in warm comfort against the cold; I lay it aside. Electronic voices echo loneliness, Magnifying the million miles between us; Speaking a language That does not know me Like you do.
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