Solitud
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Sandra Feldman
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I have no love,
To call my own,
And yet,
It really doesn't matter,
I stir the night,
And eat my foam,
And hear the soft rain, chatter
I have no friends,
Just virtual blends,
Of shadows that I shatter,
And I'm alone, computerized,
And yet, I find
It really does not matter
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