Sometimes
When I feel alone in a crowded room
I'll look around
And see if anyone else
Has eyes wandering the room
Or isn't talking to someone
The times I feel the loneliest
Are when everyone is talking with someone
Or no one else's eyes meet mine
While wandering the room
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Gradient: A poetry and writing anthology
Puisi"Isn't life gradient, though? It goes quickly from one colour to the next, with all the shades of grey in between." Text information: Created in the year of 2014-2015 Notice: This work is solely the intellectual property of the author. Reproducing...
