Moot
It is merely one voice
A faint echo within the multitude
Distinguished only by its resigned silence
Strength of desire fading away
Like a snow flake destined to disappear
Its singular beauty lost within the many
Uniqueness melts into a white blanket of obscurity
Followed by the endless parade of individual sameness
Each different yet at a distance … conglomerate
Clustered into anonymity
The flight of one becomes moot
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