Nothing
6 May, 2003
Author: Bench
The product of the unproductive mind
Is nothing but useless trash,
Random thoughts as wispy as smoke
Clouding reason and logic.
Knowing nothing,
Seeing nothing,
Feeling nothing,
Like the dead.
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