nothing’s there
all those pieces to pick up; that I should
have picked up
they got lost in the wake
nothing’s left
those days that passed and these years to
come
have become the same; both depicted in
grey
nothing’s here
not for me and not for you, not anymore
but there’s no solace in running
nothing else
could make it whole again, not since the
storm
not since life was life
but nothings wrong
i’ll keep looking for those pieces
wow, very beautiful
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