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"I was alone this time coming. I was alone the previous autumn, and some. I was never asked, neither was I told. Silence befriends this solitude. I’m a man destitute - of touch and spoken word. I’m a lone ranger in the Sahara like a lone Eskimo in the Artic. Behind this ice cold glaze, they never got to uncover. A veil of broken spirit was the nadir of my social. But yet, all I need was for them to pull it back for me. To untie the dead knot across my guts, or at least try. For them to discover - discover me. I never got to feel their warmth, but the chill of their fingers lingers. Free me, because I can’t afford to tame my demons. An inviting smile crafted out of reluctance, a mirage of acceptance. I held out my hands like a child yearning, am still waiting."