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it was poured upon me by
my last bit of strength and will
my passion replaced
by a hollow cold stinging
sensation
it wasn't very apparent
the sporadic nature of it
threw me off at the time
it was just a narrow cavern
it wasn't too important
it didn't matter that much
at the time i didn't relize it
it was just too deep
it stretched forever into
everything
but, it never resonated
with me
it was meaningless
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