My thought is your drought.
I'm your emptyness.
My solitude
is the last food.
And you're here as loneliness.
Don't be rude.
Don't be weak.
Those are the feelings
written in the white board.
¿Are you dreaming?
I'm a useless sword.
I'm antique.
I'm the one revealed.
Opaque steel.
I am you.
I am me.
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