Loneliness
is not the bottom of a cup
or the burnt end of a blunt;
it is not the burning tingle of flesh on a light bulb
or the bleeding slow drizzle of blood on skin;
it is not the color blue
or the briny smell of the sea
or the feel of the wind
or fluff and circumstance.
Loneliness
just
is.
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