The life shrinks either ways,
Appears to be though,
When you are in the company,
Of loveliness with the hundreds,
Or when you are in the company,
Of loneliness with the self,
But the shrinks get a spread-out,
When the physical loneliness is,
Replaced with that of the soulful.
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