the empty barrel didn't satisfy
the paper boy didn't budge
it mocks, my shoulders pulled back
and the breath at lips agasp
the artificial breeze sways him
to the rhythm of a dry swallow
he smirks passed the yellow gaze
even passed the brown eyes, to the new
preparations were made for this
but yet it surprises every time
the pendelum that drops to the tangent of empty
it surprises me everytime
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