Gathering of people
bees in a hive
clinging together
to stay alive
noise
can be a means
of communication
or it can mean
a state of confusion
living cannot be
just an illusion
body heat
fogs the room
darkness stands guard
at the lonely
house of gloom
everybody sees themselves
in the mirror
as a reflection
their real self
concealed from
detection!
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