Irony of a poet is
they have made friends with word
but have limited friends to share a word.
While they can bring tears to a reader with their words,
their words are nothing but silent cries of
wanting to be heard,
wanting to be seen
wanting to be in sync
with person to whom its directed more than the words of this poem.
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