Lonely isolation brings me solace and comfort in the crowded spaces
On my own, I find the peace and quiet of dim contemplation,
Voices speak that are all my own when silence permits,
Every day a quiet conversation in passion persists

My demons polite in torment, pervade my consciousness,
Each gives a gift I dare not resist.

 

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