The Loner Club

They sat separately; it was a display of pairs of dead eyes

But since they were sitting there alone; they must have gone through something alone

I wrote this poem in a restaurant as I was sitting there alone. I saw most people sat alone with their own past stories. I observed them as they were my research object. But, I always see lonely people as the strongest.

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