I rub my arm across my brow
I stare at purple flowers
I cut my hair shower and shave
And read content for hours
I wait for the ring-necked dove
To land on my neighbor's roof
Her coo is a kind of reprimand
Though she keeps it sweet and brief
I live in a luxury of time
Remembering all my debts
To friends pleading for forgiveness
And burying my regrets
If once you've really loved I find
There's no such thing as loneliness
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