Nothing is void,
Say night or day,
Say April or May.
Nothing is void,
Body or volley,
Button or bungalow.
And I am shocked
To know you are
Falling apart
With the sky
And the earth.
I am in fashion,
It's okay.
And nothing fully
Grasped, though.
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