for in truth
in this life one can never
be an island
lest the sea grows
and eat
those who remain to be so
uninvolved
so arrogant in their manners
to the world
of networks
for in truth
just a single soul as you
gives life
to the silent city
all painted white the houses there
for in truth
just a word from you that i exist
is enough
to make me feel the beating of my heart
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