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Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Myself To Myself.

I  live in perfect solitude
 whether it be in a place crowded
 be it in a place animated
 be it in a concert hall
 I live within myself
 conversing with me in loneliness
 I fail to merge with the crowd
 however familiar and known they be
 I do not fit in with an ease
 prefer myself to myself
 all through my days.

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