#alliecats

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I've been stripped of my identity

And left in the cold

The path is dark

With no light to guide me

I can't see where I'm going

And my memory is becoming foggy

The bitter wind nips at my heels

And my finger tips are frozen

With out you to keep them warm

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"Lonely" a haiku that's probably ripped off of something

I'm the loneliest

when I can still smell your skin

and feel your touch