You would think
she withered in pain
on those lonely nights
But freedom she relished
her space
Thoughts stretched
to crazy heights
uninterrupted
She travelled thousand miles
buried in books
living life in dream
fantasy
relishing each moment
in harmony
complete with self
Blissful
You would think
she could die
of boredom
on those lonely nights
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