Nothing.

Remnants of sandstone embers, personified
By rains of tomorrow’s yesterdays
Melancholy muchness ruling out its own calamity
As an accident of destinies desire
Polarised reprimands leak divine imperfection
Through a needle point to prove a
Point
All the while a crystallized republican inflames
The hatred

What? – asks my friend
Nothing – I reply


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