Nothing, by California |
this is a poem about nothing. It is a empty bag.A door to nothing. Something none of us can define. Not right or wrong. We see it everyday. It is an emotion we will never know. We can read it and pretend it is there. But we can't see it. We are always looking at something. |
Posted: 2009-06-21 03:49:12 UTC |
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