Solitude a stone
tiny and complete
lonesome not alone
in multitudes discrete
one grey piece of gravel
on this endless shore
ground and round by thousands
each crying out for more
a grey stone isn't special
it's nothing much at all
it is just a vessel
and it's very small
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