As if I never lived

Yet tumbled through eternity

A whirlwind of nothing

Shall it be my destitution?

Feathers plucked day by day

Yet no one is watching

A mountain filled with a silent past

Mirrored in vacant pools of residue

Shall you find a pile of pebbles -

That's were nothing lies

Will the wind go unnoticed by -

That's the breath of my memories

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