In A World...
In a world filled with Buzz
I sit here alone.
Watching.
Seeing.
Smiling.
In a world surrounded by Connection
I sit here alone.
Warmed.
Waiting.
Contented.
In a world so...
Why do I sit here alone?
This poem is about:
Me
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