Something
There is something beneath nothing,
within a scar never seen
where your mind always is
another self in the shade.
distraction grips,
with out any notice.
your mind is nothing,
your life is something
blind through the mirror,
a living attempt,
under the sky
we're away from dreams.
things are felt
from those who cannot.
an absent luminensce,
something beneath nothing.
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