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Hot air

Words are seeds yet fields remain barren.

An abyss belongs to those who project;

A manual in need for those who don\'t feel 

and possess no emotions to protect.

 

Meanings as flighty as birds when cold.

To gain is to lose a trickle of identity,

An empty bowl can keep nothing if cracked

and broken artefacts are now a quantity.