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The Fuel

Party of one

The soft ache, a burrowing nail

In the hollow space in my chest

My tear drops shine on my palm

Under the bright moonlight


Am I a destined Gatsby?

Imploring fate for true love

Witnessing marriage and bliss

In everything else but me?


The wishing brain, a portrait

Of the American dream home

My wrinkles say I'm late

Years pass and hope walks by


Will I be Eudora Welty?

Love letters with no response

Fighting for what I believe in

Yet no one believes in me?


The dreamy eyes, gazing at roses

Planning bouquets with no wedding

My purpose changes with time

I realize I might be a party of one



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