life is half empty but full of questions
unanswered
i ask my wandering soul
why the ambiguity
the complex idea
and the luxury of gladness
is just as blunt
and vague combined
like that girl next door
sensible yet senseless
with face of grace and lips so luscious
while nuts fills her nutshell
sometimes
its better to just run
extremely fast
to that blank wall
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