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This empty field
All dry and dusty
A devil spins by us

This empty field
The untold future before us
What could it contain

This empty field
To stay infertile
Never to have life

This empty field
The soil devoid of similar feelings
But the result is not for naught

This empty field
The start of a old beginning
The companionship of a similar soul

This empty field
To continue its infinite path
A multiverse of possible realities

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The thoughts continue in my head
Of what could be said
Of what hasn’t be spoken
Of what can’t be said

The thoughts continue to float around
Like the falling snow
It blankets my mind
Buried beneath is the answer unknowing

I wish she could see it
To let me know if its true
Or if its a fable
A story never to be told

Those thoughts of what could
Those thoughts of what can’t
Those thoughts of what won’t
Those thoughts of what will

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