We don't see
past lines
Those we drew
By ourselves.
We only dwell
In the heat
Of the nothingness
And expect
To feel more than
Just emptiness.
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Huz
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PoetryIt is the abyss I wander in Floating like I have no sin Playing notes of peace On a stolen violin -------- Ranked#4 in stopthehate
21. Emptiness
We don't see
past lines
Those we drew
By ourselves.
We only dwell
In the heat
Of the nothingness
And expect
To feel more than
Just emptiness.
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Huz
