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Confessions of a Traveler

The Geometry of LonelinessThe geometry of a naïve, Shapes with squares, triangles, hexagons, Rectangles, half made, half broken, Half born. All red, With liquid blood, Still trying to thump hard, As it always has been— The shattered heart.
I stood near it, With the candle of ignorance, Lost on my way to those dreams In which I thought I could see- You, up close.