The Blinding Light of All Things Impossibly Solitary
I MUST FEEL EVERY MOMENT.
around.
ME, when.
I'm the ONE in a CROWD||
There are.
NO GODS.
left.
in OUR.
Crowds, our.
HUDDLED.
masses, sulking||
Here there are.
NO CROWDS.
no, never WERE.
any.
crowds, here in.
my .
own .
SAHARRA||
Copyright © Nicholas Webb | Year Posted 2011
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