Dozens of legs
Hundreds of eyes
Thousands of conversations
Millions of arguments
Billions of salutations

There is no escape
cannot find the darkness
No walls for comfort

In search of freedom
can't see within
Desire is languishing
buoyant in despair 

Behold, the darkness
the comfort of encapsulation
For living on ones own
there is but one

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