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Running through, stumbling,
Smiles fade and judging eyes,
Blindingly bludgeon the brain,
Causing blaming callings.
Sprint by critiques,
Needlessly tossing aside those who care
Walk now, and look.
Is it surprising,
Nobody follows?
The bitter drink is that of loneliness
Its company,
Pure desire. How it destroys a soul,
Magnificent malnutrition; magnanimous toward
Malignance.
A yearn. Unanswered, festering wounds.
Crashing thrashing, harassing,
Then caressing.
Loneliness still sings.

— The End —