in a crowded room
my thoughts drifting
on the notes of
voices unfamiliar
to untrained my ear.
standing in the corner
the passersby take no notice
of my illuminating eyes
they hear not the echos
of my tone of words
I am just a whisper
in the percussion of the drumming
symphonies of bodies mingling
at this soul sloshing mixer.
I am alone
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