There are a number in hiding, an invisible

color, like hedgerows,

self-protecting, settling into quiet corners,

pulling at their shadow,

building on the strength of alone.

They are the crowds of the unnoticed,

claiming an unwanted seat where they

feel secure.

They are end tables of thought, conspiring

with overthinking,

finding comfort as the part


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