You think you know the answer,
It pretends to be Yes. It expands extending the void.
A stretched hollow, you fall delicate. You think you know the harshness of the pillow, the earth gets wet.
It's your sweat. You fall and you fall thinking you are flying. Your best friends evaporate.
They come in to remind, sometimes.
Never mind.
You think you know; the detective confirmed the news.
It's worth celebrating.
In its short life span it travels continents, a short trip in the space.
But, wait. Stop. Let your conscience remind, you haven't heard it yet.
Keep this in mind, find it. Remember.
Not giving an answer is also an answer.
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