handful of words, limited to the number…
colorful pebbles vary in shapes and weight…
just so many could be juggled at ones…
mixing shadows from darkness and light,
keys to the world of deception, guides in the land of lies.
I let them sifts freely from my hands
like sand, like water, like wind….
If you meet me at my darkest,
the only one would remain,
lay flat on my palm,
colorless, weightless and attractive,
like void, like emptiness, like nothing…
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