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Invisible Man

A lonely figure in the crowd, Concealed as if beneath a shroud, In open sight, yet seldom viewed, Exists in public solitude. Perhaps his soul is racked with care, With quiet angst and bleak despair. He finds this empty life grotesque, Devoid of meaning, Kafkaesque. And so he skulks in dull ennui, Good looking, yet [...]