just the few
of all the nothings
barely can keep a promise
attached but not connected
truly a battle within
sensing the lost of pride
keep to hold the thoughts
of thy mingled mind
precarious memento
sacred words but not true
hope it'll be shushed
into a gush it goes
bewildering myths
unrivaled calmness so to speak
inching closer to darkness
clueless hint from demise
never be casted by spell
or else the rotten will be well
don't look with your eyes open
shut it and just feel
-3i
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