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Un Named
From the book of poetry 'Animal Souls' by Michael Fisher
This game can make a fool of your heart
Its unabashed cruelty can only confuse
No consolement however
That is just the way it is played
Some win, some lose
We are lonely in our rooms
But strangely I love
I love this solitude
I cry for a companion
Yet I know it's of no use
I know when I wake up
I will be alone
This game is the hardest to get started
When you begin
Broken hearted
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