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LOSING LOVE
He Stands outside the Door.
He touches the solid, red, brick.
It is cold.
Cold and thick.
He feels like a member of the poor.
He is cold.
He is as cold as nice.
"No," he thinks, "this is not nice."
He is cold as stone.
The cold goes right to the bone.
He feels so alone.
He looks up in the sky, and asks "why?"
"Why oh why did this happen to me?"
The answer, he does not see.
He looks up, and sees a star.
It looks so far.
He looks at himself and sees a scar.
