Segundo Juan Devora

We live to touch

To feel

Perceive emotions

Intimate contact

To be part of the pack

We are pulled to one another

For fear of dying alone

Of being alone

This isolation

Tortures our soul

Even loners have friends

To be part of the crew

To sit and laugh

For these times I wait

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