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Lost and Lonely
~Lost and Lonely~
There's a fly in my room.
It cries as it flies around,
lost and lonely.
Maybe it will find its way out,
or maybe it's doomed to die here.
It will close one eye, look at me
sitting in my chair with the other,
then pass on.
re the fly
you are more conscious of little vulnerable beings
than most others are, it seems to me