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Everything is Nothing(shorter)

By a lachrymist

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Use this so called knife before me. Go forward thru my eyes, cut away the skin, and peel back my inability to see. Now this light, its oh so bright. But don't worry child, you'll feel safe soon. This affliction is far too overwhelming, hand me the shadows, and drape me in condolences. Resist the temptations of ignorance, let the mind wonder through this madness you see. With time your dementia will turn to bliss, and you'll feel as though you're one. Inbrace yourself, you are everything. And everything is nothing.This was just a quick thing that came to me. Written October 27th, 2001 © on Oct 27 2001 08:52 AM PST   10 • 0

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