Solitude and loneliness
Don't ever conflate the two
I do not speak
I choose not to
Your beauty is cliched
I want you anyhow
Pray for nothing
And God will always answer
On my knees I fall
Dig my hands into the sand
Present tense is evaporating
Past tense are the memories
We write into cannon
Everything is falling away
My hands can no longer grasp
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