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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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