My solace from a broken world
My Nirvana in this living hell
Where empty stares and smiles dwell
My pump to keep this young heart going
Where pigs fly and blue skies mean snowing
My only home from shattered words
From hate and greed and unpure thoughts
And though you may find this absurd
It may just be the answer you sought
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