there's a boy floating down the street
his lanky arms dangling to the beats
of his empty stomach

he needs something

he has his eyes fixed on nothing
because mist of tears
occupy his mind with a spiral of never ending sad tales

he sees nothing

nerves dead to hope,
so much that everything bright and beautiful
appears clad in a tattered cloak,
mooing like a starving bull

he feels nothing

there's a boy floating down the street
I don't remember asking the wind to disperse my dreams

I am nothing


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