Empty bottle Empty space
Where it goes it can't be trace
The wind chime the bells of trees
And it echoes through the air
Breathing the ocean
Listening to the song of the shore,
The sun strikes thee
Nor love or loathe
Just plain empty space,
Floating like a zombie
Did not realize the tornado inside
It spins not knowing when to stop
It tries not to be pointless,
The final spin land its burden
Clearing the air of dust
With a bit of lust
Listening to the cupid sing
Trying to find the cupid's arrow
Lost it in its shadow,
Never gives up Never surrender
Determination of the peridot will rule them all.
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