I know that
lying here
eyes half closed
semi-naked and restless
is the surest sign that I am like all others
lonely
...
I have cross stitched my mantra into my eyelids
solitude serves the soul
again
solitude serves the soul
again
solitude serves this
and with my eyes clenched shut
it shines like neon signs
and when I say it out loud it sounds like crying
-- Untitled, Steve Connell
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