Waxing poetical, part II
Loneliness
smells like deep vacant blue
tastes of tear-scrawled handwriting
sounds like rusting
looks like the far side of an empty mirror.
Feels awful.
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No, I'm not at all lonely right now (quite the opposite, in fact!) but it seemed as good a time as any to describe how it feels :) And in the spirit of waxing poetical...