Loneliest in Company Alone, the haunting strains of metaphorical violin Stretching its strings in a sympathetic restrain Of hollow aching and unrequited love, Screeches to be heard. Surrounded by featureless faces, both empty and familiar, Glassy, animated eyes blinded by themselves And ears deafened by repetitive self-indulgence, A lone voice whispers. In a small room, hearts beating loud as drums, two bodies sit Side by side in silence whilst their minds drift alone. Both minds inwardly focused on the one body, One aware, one not.
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