insignificance is a
tender wound
enter
the loss of god
I was nothing before you
and I will be nothing after
why beat now heart?
why?
why?
trample me
sweep me aside,
dust plume in the wind
I travel
I was here before the world
and I will be here after
eradicating the altars
and tending to my wounds
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