As the hot water fills up
The spaces between my fingers
As masochistic you might be
I run away
It's the same feeling
that engulfs me and a million others
We're all a part of crowd
Similarity as it is
Aren't you most lost in a mob
Anonymity lies
Not hiding in the creepy corners of city
But playing you fool
In the happy chirpy summer streets of your mind
The visitors are all left behind
I succumb to cavernous multiplicity
Human as it is
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