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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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