still,
refill
my emptiness
is full
crack
the track
your loneliness
is dull
bleed
no need
waters flow
roses grow
when you think you know
you just don't know
and you flow
standing still
breathing hell
Alone
is the precious stone
brightened colors,
shining..
yet still,
hiding..
inside its shell
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