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Life is a Shell Life is but a shell Empty Holds nothing in its realm No feelings No emotions Abyss The mother lode is barren No fruit to grow No harvest to gather It rests to wait for Nothing No destiny For there is no arrival No goalpost No plan No worries No highs No lows No ear to hear The ocean No ocean No ear How near is this to being right? Where is the plightless answer? |
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