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.
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Author:
ChippedNailPolish (
Offline) - Published: August 25th, 2020 03:33
- Category: Sociopolitical
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