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by Charles Carreon
Loneliness, you swayed
gently
in a long skirt,
Looked up, breathed words,
cast your spell, and waited
for it to take effect.
You had not long to wait,
I was eager for fulfillment
of illusion and not insensible
to flattery.
Time passed, too fast,
but enough to fit one foolish act
after another, making a history
out of the barest vignette.
Oh Loneliness, the name of you,
the thought of you, your image,
your face and time and place,
As blood flows from a wound
that's deep, as surely shall pain
follow the memory of you.
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