Loneliness drip-drip-drop

Tangled tongues of brown
Slither in the void.
The flame holds crown
With disdain and paranoid.
Drip. 

Nothing moves,
But in the corner of the eye. 
Charging hooves
Make them frown, shake, and sigh.
Drip. 

With safety in the cave
And danger in the mind, 
Surely they must crave
Other soul to find. 
Drop.
 

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