A poem about misanthropy.
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I’d like to be
in a place where
I could be
all alone like a hermit.
That’s it.
I want to be
a hermit and there’s
no regret if once a week
I go to the city
to buy necessity
and, if I’m lucky,
love and then
back again to my cave.
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