30. The Feeling I Never Felt

It seems as though I was always nothing,

As if it never meant a thing,

Whilst worlds of words may have passed her ears,

It seems they passed right by.

 

This summer sun won't rain down on me,

So this rusted copper ring can leave it's mark,

By flowing through my veins.

Leave me a Black Circle.

The End

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