this begins a poem to you: I am lonely. Even worse, sick at heart, Because there are things I could do, People I could choose, If mere loneliness were in question. Instead I am a dolphin, Traversing the sterile seas To find, To hear, That one other, That only other who can match Inflection for inflection The same hungry sonar My heart sends out.Birth sign: Taurus
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