never mind
nothing
it stays there
anyway
under all
circumstances
keep going
something crops
up sooner
nothing leaves
chase
always the elusive
substance of
something
nothing's spent
no one's here
for a kill
so never mind
nothing
keep going hold on
to something
like even
a packet of air
in your hand
that is something
it is not
nothing at all
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