Imperical knowledge is last
Vast emptiness of the cosmos
Not to take away any or all our devoidance
Headaches and procreation are relationships
On this sand grain in space
Lack of love = empty
HOPE A SPACE ENGINE
Fueled by thoughts &
Unfulfilled lackluster experience
A unanswered post it
A dead phone receiver to God
Who wouldn’t answer anyhow
… hello are you there?
“…the number you have dialed is not in service…”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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