Living as the shiver controls my spine,
this feeling lonely is privately mine.
Outwardly the shiver becomes free,
bend my arms, fist my palms close to me.
This one seems to want to last,
brought my shoulders upwards fast.
Squint my face and turn aside,
slowly fading this shivered ride.
I hate but love the feel so deep,
like the ones that keep the sleep.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A shiver of loneliness is a sad shiver indeed. Well expressed.
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