empty it's not,
full it never is,
fill up to lay to rest,
becomes my very best,
inspiration I get from you,
Input just like this,
as nice and simple like a kiss,
You, I'll never forget,
becomes a huge wish,
I may never see you,
I may never greet you,
my heart is in my head,
will lead me till I'm dead,
the thing in which i speak is not a box,
but the voice in me,
I hope to you means a lot.
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