I crave solitude
My idiosyncrasy
I withdraw
For days
Never meeting
A soul
In my hermetic
Existence
Alone
I stitch together
The minim fractures
Created by
Life's heavy hand
Slowly refurbishing
Drowning
In sweet oils
And soothing tunes
To rise once again
Revitalized but
Slightly fragmented
Almost new
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