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it's been 28 minutes of sitting on his hand and watching outside the window the hand went numb On better days he's use that hand to please himself, imagining it belonged to somebody else, some cute woman but as it was today he used it to grab the bottle and pour himself another glass of vodka "Thank you," he said after the glass was full. "I'll get my whole body numb tonight. Not only my hand." Already the hand was slowly beginning to recover feeling He didn't like that. Felt like the imaginary friend was being stolen away He gently touched the hand to his face and decided there was too much feeling in it. "No," he said, "don't leave so early." And then placed the hand back under him "I can't stand having you for such short periods of time. I'm so alone. I swear, I will kill my…
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Daydreaming as a profession 
A great example of what isolation can do with a man. It can literally make you crazy. Beautiful poem, thanks for sharing!
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You’re very right, my friend!
Many artists place themselves voluntarily in isolation in order to contact their muse, but realize eventually that it’s exactly when they lose her
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