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Jul 2011
Nothing wrong
It's gone on too long
Nothing right
That's why we fight
Nothing left
Beside a love bereft
Nothing here
To reappear
Nothing changed
Is why we pain
Nothing changed
It's not the same
Nothing missing
Except the blame
Nothing bad
And nothing good
Nothing missing
Like nothing could
Nothing Lost
So nothing found
Nothing now
Can turn me round
Nothing spoken
No words can say
Nothing better
Than to walk away

copyright/all rights reserved Joe Fogg 2011
How often when asked what is wrong we tell that small lie that covers the truth like a thin layer of varnish on an antique chest "nothing". Inspired by Edie Brockell and the New Bohemians.

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