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To be alone
In a laminated room
a dresser and
an end chest
A TV and a mini-frige
A chair and a rollator -
One gets to go over
, in'n out ,
Of one's mind
(While zombies knock on your door)
And you wonder how sane
You really are
And how much you've lost.
But as long as you can THINK -
And write,
You know and feel
Your self inside your self -
Not alone but rather
With your self and
Your mind evermore.
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