Nothing is a spear that pierces the heart,

Nothing is the hollow when you depart.

Nothing is a space devoid of meaning,

Nothing is a crutch on which I’m leaning.

Nothing is life shelled of your smooth skin,

Nothing is a trip that cannot begin.

Nothing is a word that smothers the verb,

Nothing is a cloud that light may disturb.

Nothing is pain but within there is this,

Love is everything that feasts on a kiss.


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