Secret hiding places kept forever,
never allowing the alien presence of another.
Portraying silent shadows, aimlessly wandering
through inner universes, unable to connect in
any dimension.
Livelihood beginning always on ends of strangled
ropes, leaving possessions of interior souls to
locate their own resting places.
Without help or discussions of facts, swiftly and
silently becoming what they have been from the start.
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