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A shape-poem (my first) about existentiality and a small glimpse at the way I think. |
| Empty Space sometimes in the dark in the dead of night whEn the house is asleep and temptation of flight becoMe too much for my mind to bear i sPread my wings soar high in the air rushing and racing i spiral in dizzy arrays of life and death and all the while wondering whaT in life there lies to gain when there is quite literallY Nothing out there but empty space? |