How did you come back in?
Oldest and dreaded brother friend.
I did not call, I did not invite,
You washed over with solo-freight,
To crush and drag me across the ground.
Absent so, my guard was down.
Now you’ve invaded my duo-peace
I sit, breathe, calm; beg you to cease.
Cold maniacal dragging along
Slowing my trudging return
The thick sheet from where I belong
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