penitence
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Sometimes I feel alone.
I mean, I often am alone, but being alone
Doesn’t require the feeling, does it? I sit in this room
Letting myself become overwhelmed. I reminisce
Beautiful roses
I can only pick one
from the fertile field in which beauty is born
All those roses, receive no different quantity
of sunlight or attention
I sniff each one
Some smell better
