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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Loneliness


Forsake not the stranger alone by the quayside
for the loneliness may not be his own
torment and terror could have darkened his journey
and nothing is left to call home.
Loneliness is where he can maybe find comfort
never questioned for answers now lost
smiling on the inside but no one will notice
only his silhouette and loneliness embossed.







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