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Alone I sit, pen in hand
Thoughts of loneliness in mind
The quiet night stirs within me
A longing for understanding
My words take flight upon the page
In search of a kindred soul
A kindred heart to soothe the ache
And make me feel whole
My poetry, my refuge, my muse
A place to express my soul
In the darkness I find solace
In the light of my own words