What is this sea of
Faces I am swallowed in?
Theres laughter echoing in my ears, and
The saound of clinking of wine glasses
Waiting to be refilled, and
The sucking of faces
All distorted with age.
These faces are bright
Eyes and large mouths
In a hollow room,
Devoid of bright light:
And I long to be where I belong.
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