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Tuesday, March 3, 2015


Sometimes there is a loneliness
Worse than that of the solitary man
Cleaning and shining the floors
Of a McDonalds outlet at night;
Long after everyone's home,
All the smiles tucked away -
Lazy heads on cozy pillows,
Warm hands wrapped around
The ones they love and hold dear;
There are cars whizzing by, but
Even they're headed somewhere;
When even the watchman outside
Has a smiling mannequin for company.
Maybe, you hope, as you gather
Your karma, that someday the floor
Will be wet enough for you to see
A true reflection of yourself, and
You can then call this solitude instead...