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Nothing more, nothing less than an empty sky
clouds, shooting stars, birds, air and you...
nothing more, nothing less than nothing to me but an empty sky
Away from myself, close to the emptiness and full of nothing
Perfect isolation motivated by nothing
Circumstantial latitude projected in the infinite
Incrusted pearls in an insipid magenta ribbon
Consumption of wave lengths to waste
Discriminated companion of incongruent elements
The unreachability of indulgent thoughts
A telling without saying
And my sympathy for you
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