A Lonely Matter.
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Sandra Feldman
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So alone,
That not even Dawn,
Brings light
To the matter,
A volatile scavenger
Flew by,
Taking with it
All hope,
In this matter
For loneliness
Is a drone
That slowly
Produces,
Disintegration,
Of body and soul
And, also,
Of much
Of your grey matter.
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