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searching for a face
outline .... a long-lost trace
bent to the will, of the crowd
silence whispers, never allowed
in light, claim what's i
trading roots for hollow design
shell remains, but soul's flown
stranger standing, 've never known
in blindness, seek in vain
words of kindness, ease dreary pain
of loneliness, which're spared
life's thoughts cannot be shared
i's sympathy, reach me's soul
with empathy for being whole
in truth, i long ofttimes cry
i who should be me
me's soul, me's self, me's mind
............ " i "
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..... emptiness i .....