like pockets of a beggar
outstretched in hands of time
in spaces voids amiss
I'm filling you
like pollen deprived buds
flowering throughout the seasons
in air and wind amiss
I'm filling you
like papers blank rustling
through the pages leaf by leaf
in letters silent amiss
I'm filling you
why do say my name is emptiness
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