abs tract
with no
fat
con tact
less
con tent
sharing
lone liness
i so lated
from love too late
we walk we talk we sit we go we strut
no sun just
moon a thinking
agent
heartless no heart
illuminated by other than itself
yet believes it shines
own light
con tinuing con
a thinking agent
no agency
devoid of content
connering when
can
lost love life
laugh ter rified
not fool all
de con strut
a thinking agent
struts no con
tent
covers empty nest
with clutter
protects no one
sees no one
cares no one
loves no one
accepts no one
ex cept self
full of empty
stuffing
coning all ways
each piece stirs
peace
fill only agitates
disappoints all
hurts all
blames all
empty is not
still thinking
any way wants
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