A clumbsily sculpted burned pile of mud
walking down the street
with a head full of holy words
and numb soil beneath the feet
each step leaves echoes in the hollow inside
each move a silent landslide
but there's such a cursed distance
between the experience and me
yes, I am so far away
from this shell that bears my name
that feelings and emotions
hardly resounds within
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