Brendan McCormack
when you are alone and no one knows the quiet words
that are in your head
and you believe that all is lost
and that no one will ever hold your hand again
or listen to your voice
or kiss your lips
or whisper love in your ear
and the beach stretches cold for miles and miles
and the loneliness is an axe in your soul
come read, come read, i too am there.
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