I can feel the world bustle,
bustle around me & off me.
They jump they fall they fly they call.
They cry they laugh they make my half.
But Inside of my End i see ink
I see void...
I see no thing.
And if u say a ray of the loveliest sun, i want it to smite me.
And u know when i again see nothing i only sumtimes see glimpses of U.
I see a sunburnt face of mine with a lot skin coming out but i feel good when the sunny air thuds.
U know i'v always liked the sun.
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