“Wherefore art thou, Romeo?”
And in the silence
Broken only by the wind’s painful howl
I’ll cry, scream, shriek out
“Wherefore art thou, nothing?”
And nothing will answer me
In its most basic bitterness
By its acidic silence
And in the silence
Broken only by the wind’s painful howl
I’ll cry, scream, shriek out
“Wherefore art thou, nothing?”
And nothing will answer me
In its most basic bitterness
By its acidic silence
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