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May 2019
I can see the suffering in your eyes
Can feel it in the silence.
Overcoming Emptiness. An Absurdist defiance.

I want to share your spirits
Bring you into mine
Sentience to Sentience. Ego-less Divine.

For I'd drink from your Sorrow
If it lower the Tide
But even Atlas shrugged when Sisyphus died.
Written by
justoneman
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