This hand so dried.
so hard to be loved.
This voice so tired.
so high and low, void, annoyed.
This ear doesn't want
keeping the soul in pain.
be a quiet, desertic land.
don't sent your tears in vain
I ask myself if ... some day I'll find my empty mind
full with a world of nothing but all.
It seems ridiculous while it is humongous.
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