I don’t like anybody apart from the few people that I like
Which turns out to be everyone
Once I’ve read a book or a pinch from a sparrow
To return my sight
Everyone is alone
Which means we are not even lonely
In our loneliness
You do not have to pick a side to build a sandcastle
Most truths contradict each other on the surface the beach
Only to be simple, universal
And within reach
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