It is pointless
Every receptor who was supposed to be a mirror
Is a —
It is nothingness
It emanates my loneliness
When I speak
When I word
Every receptor is a deaf foreigner
Am I the last trouper in the world? , I asked etherically
I got no answer
Which echoes my loneliness
When I speak
When I word
Every receptor will walk away
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