The Road of Loneliness

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In the land of sleep
I lay sleepless
Taunted by the echo
Of my own voice

A moment a memory
My fingers ache to touch
There is nothing to feel
You do not exist
And will never be

At the end of it all
You are the bitter but
Sweet mirage of illusion
On the road of loneliness

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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