spoonie

I never could see below the clouds
my harmony of detachment
I never felt myself superior
though reclusiveness was a pleasure
I never enjoyed the company of others
the forceful interactions drained
I never opened my heart
though it never had been closed

I am not one of spoken words,
and it looks like, neither are you

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