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My Nothing

I have it here in my hand this nothing he is so cold that you don't even know anymore where does the sadness come from that freezes the whole floor it doesn't even give anguish it's apathy that gives and a tiredness in the heart.

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Date: 1/18/2022 12:35:00 PM
I am nrw to your work Marc. I will look for more well constructed pieces going forward - Ken
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