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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

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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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