My Solitude.
What is this? 
This space I have found.
Not alone, just with myself.
My solitude.
The air touches my cheeks, 
I fall into something
just within myself.
My solitude.
No mischievous fingers 
of the other 
to spoil this space.
My solitude.
No smothering here, 
a freedom to breathe. 
The air just for me.
My solitude.
I am not alone now.
I am with myself.
Never to be taken 
from my solitude.                
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