How happy is reclusion, if sour!
Down, down, down into the darkness.
Gently it goes - the outside, the pungent being.
How happy is living, if nasty!
How unique and just this is,
to get me wondering if breathing is enough to live.
The soul, however, hard it tries.
It will always seems devious,
never forgetting the intangeable and shrewd core.
"Where else would I rather be?"
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