#22

Fools will think they’ll speak and words will flow

For mine are tears and agony it stored

In the room of dim lights 

I find joy scattered staying alone.

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Residue

Never be an element of reality

It hurts people

They can’t see the neutrals

I don’t know what they would do when they encounter chaotics.
I come off in the shades of green

Carrying a red umbrella

Revealing the inside bleak.
I shadow the broken, the depth and the unsolved

And pitch the unwoven puzzles

Into decryptic numbers.
That’s what I am

That’s what who I was

Now I have a name to put it

Yet you shadowed it as well.