The void sings to me
This moment, it does
I am the matter
It lacks
It knows
And I do
And yet,
And yet
I give it your face
And hers
And his
And I try to fill
The void with other centian matter
And, so, it leaks
Empties even before half full
Now I am tired
Not with the void
But my farcical piling
- CG 22-07-16 00:00
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