uploaded Feb. 13, 2012.
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I Am Alone
Loneliness refuses to shift her eyes
Her stare makes me cold
Unable to grasp goodwill
that tells me
I am all alone
I toil among scorpions
to nourish an enmity pride
My heart by the pound
is unworthy of a crown
I would still hunger
even if I were to see Moses tomorrow
because greed is a well of loneliness
—James Collins
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