A Taste of Nothing

A Taste of Nothing


Can you really not see

how much your

adoring public loves you

Can you not feel

the friction spark and heat

of each heart wrenched

and wretched review

All meant to warm you

Does it really taste of nothing

The scent and sense of their


And so I watch you from

The sideline

Standing somewhere

just off centre

Watching my innocence decline

In fractions of a single degree

and mourning

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