Nothing

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Nothing

I am Nothing and that is all I will ever be,

for a better way of living has never been taught to me.

I know nothing and that is all I will ever know,

for the voices and sounds around me are always much too low.

It's the empty kiss of nothingness what bids me goodnight:

I try to make the days go by

and end up wasting my life

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Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

cherrymuse’s Poems (31)

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Wear 0
Canvas 0
Untitled 0
Qualities 0
meaning 0
Condition 0
the deadly kiss from a cruel sun 0
paranoia 1
Damage 1
unhealthy obsession 1
falling in unison 0
Loveless 0
The zephyr 0
Ode to beauty 1
The Casket 0
Uncontrollabl
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tonight/tomor
row
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Birds of early morning 1
Do you 0
Dearest poison 1
Wings 1
Crimson over pink dust 2
The Faceless Ghost 1
overflowing senses 2
you should be staring at the moon 3
Untitled 0
deeper 0
When memories are monochrome 0
Nothing 0
Mask 0
lit by candlelight 0