Packed Away
Around the swirling
Pond
Is where you are
Looking up at the
Fascinating stars.
One by one they
Disappear
All because of a
Drop of a tear
Your hands reach
Up in pain
Wondering how
You could have ever
Took this into vain
The words of yours
Have been adsorbed.
Always by the
Same old chord.
What is the point of
Speaking
When all that
Happens is that you
Are ignored
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