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Dearthbound
Thing about Nothing is
You can't remove it.
Hell,
You can't even find it.
Where does Absence hide?
And how does it look?
I shine flashlights
In hopes to define it.
It sprouts like weeds
Yet cannot be sheared.
It speaks in riddles
That no one can hear.
A message
With no recipient.
And I, the Sisyphean fool,
Trying to listen in.
