I am a river without water
I am a road without cars
I am a novel without words
I am a sky without stars
I am a beach without sand
I am a storm without rain
I am a house without a roof
I am a human without a brain
I am a bride without a groom
I am a fish without gills
I am a bird without wings
I am a car without wheels
But what I really am
Is what I really am
And what I really am
.........is lonely.



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