my heart, barren as ocean sands
depths of winter cooled ambition
reinventing self, countless attempts
self immersed, self contained
recluse out of control?
...in a cave
quiet-serene-safe
only ghosts call
phone never rings
new life has not found breath
so uncomplicated
this unsolvable puzzle
pieces strewn about
my lonely bed...
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