Black Bleakness
Gentle Meekness
Combined with a fierce sense of self
Together a paradox
Yet no conflict is born
Internal or otherwise
Only my own agenda is in play
No other voices to silence
Or give in to
No pressure
Unless I want it
My machine turns
There is warmth with others
Abstract love, fun, and memories
But there is peace here
Though my thoughts can be chaotic
They are familiar
No cigarettes but I have music
And a pen & paper
Even without
I'm not lonely...
(Belart)
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