Staring at strangers poems
for hours on end,
no point trying to pretend
that I am not lonely.
Coming home after a days
work, numbed on Edens apples.
I walk through the door,
meet the cheek of my apparent lover,
Turn it on,
watch the red turn to green.
then aim my eyes at the screen,
Enter the site,
and spend the remaining night,
reading strangers poems,
searching for someone more lonely than I
Not Long Left
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