The rising smoke
From my heart
Is an example of my consciousness
Not being dead.
Nor is the conscience
On the wane.
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Has not been exhausted;
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The triumph of emptiness is rude.
It only slaps you more and celebrates .
It never lets the hollow be filled ,
for it knows, that's its fall back.
It churns...
You cry.You postA photographOn your Whatsapp StatusYou send offA scurry of WhatsappMessagesTo potential mourners.You gloatOn your movability.You writeA cathartic...