Isolationthrist
Alone he stands
Unto himself
Desert dweller he be
With thirst overwhelming
Mirages of others tease
But no one comes
Nomad of the heart
Walking this path
He has chosen
No name does he remember
All identity lost in the winds
Do you see pity?
In mocking laughter he turns
Hate destroys all
Separates as surely as reality from insanity
Remember well
Heed the warning
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