In the furthest reaches of this cavernous beach,
Secluded and deluded sits a man with callused feet,
Alone and torn, yet why stay sat upon this lonely throne?:
To atone? Or merely to moan and groan while living alone?
No one will know, why his face he will not show.
Although our opinion we do not share,
We all know that neither of us care.

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