void

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you call me a void, 
i'll let you see through me.
i'm not part, i'm whole,
more complete than i'll ever be 

our only similarity, is that our words cut through the heart
and though kinder words fade faster than harsh one, 
the thing that sets us crowds apart
is that poets will always be harder to cut down than conquerors 


~29/1/22

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