There's nothing here but empty shell
Sticking out of barren soil
Pointing at the sky so blue
Not a fly will bother you
Is there a point of no return
Where one had stayed forever since
If thoughts have wings I'd be a swarm
But only then
Are there demands for emptiness
For dangling chimes of skinless bones
For hollow sound of mournful songs
For I have some
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