In all the naught, are we special?
In every nothing I find something
With every hand I cry
We escaped the monotone
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PoetryAn anthology of poems about our current depiction of Celebrities in our society. Poetry by Rinola
In all the naught
In all the naught, are we special?
In every nothing I find something
With every hand I cry
We escaped the monotone
