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Secondhand Lace

About this poem:

A Poem about Loneliness.

Loneliness never tires of waiting.
She has loved me all my life
and longer,
as I could not drink my life 
from a common spring.
She is waiting for me
at the alter
in her secondhand lace
as I search the world for a soul
who can dance me into dancing
who can laugh me into laughing
who can love me into loving…
Who can make it so
I don’t belong to her.  

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