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In the thrumming pulse of the crowd,
faces blur into a tapestry,
yet I stand apart,
an island in a sea of laughter,
words wash over me like waves,
but they do not reach my shore.
Eyes flicker past,
unseen, unheard,
while the warmth of connection
eludes my grasp, like shadows at dusk.

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