โalone in the throng,
sifting through the detritus of torn yesterdays,
thoughts weave,
ever searching,
to belong.
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โalone in the throng,
sifting through the detritus of torn yesterdays,
thoughts weave,
ever searching,
to belong.
The Manic Scribbler