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This Too Crowded Island

This too crowded island Drains me Cold wind, cold rain, cold people Chill me Sadden me Make me Homeless in my own home Take me On dark, dark roads Going from nowhere To nowhere Through brick built jungles Sterile sanctuary of sterile souls Grey dank faces watching me Through dusty windows of dust minds Unattractive, unappealing, unclean Living corpses crying Putrid babbles Of nothingness And hate Yet I remain Unheard Unseen Unwanted
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