Lone
I’ve never known a mind like mine
That runs at night and sleeps at noon
Which feeds itself on dead men’s words
While haunted by my own unsaid
For should I meet a kindred soul
Unmoved by fear but drawn to love
I worry that we’d pass on by
And never learn each other’s name
As I was born with no clear map
No guide to live nor love, alone
I wander -- fearing those I meet
Creating distance in my wake
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