Nothingness*
No matter when
No matter how
No matter where
No matter who
No matter why
No matter what
We lost all words
We lost all thoughts
Forgot all feelings
Becoming dust
Of pretty lie
Of silly pattern
We are not matter
And only sound
That's hardly found
Made us just actors
We are not matter
Among four walls
Between two roads
We were disasters
In love and hate
We estimate
Ourselves as diamonds
According to
The running time
We are not matter.
4.07.
Nothingness
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