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The thought is a lonely air;
The thinkers so much so.
More thicket than the mind can bear,
More breath that can cease with blow.
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Unanswered questions build castles of ice,
Clear enough to see beyond.
But with silent circumscribing the price
and an ocean to drown is their mere pond.
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With no place for tears or pain,
for, in this world no man sees.
Only clenches hearts to just stay sane,
Unable to solely pay the fees.
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I wish they'd know where I dwell.
But still, they laugh as I have their minds.
There's no soul to which to try to tell
This castle holds me in its lonely binds.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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