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Out of Touch.

Left alone, he shall fail
until cleansed, achieving his Eureka.
Isolated, just a neurotic
amnesiac ‘till he finally remembers.

In solitude, he will surely sink
until his will grows spine and wings.
Stuck here on the outside
looking in,

hopelessly lost
and out of touch
‘till he’s raped again.

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