No one can cut me,
No one can burn me,
No one can drench me,
No one can make me dry.
I am not telling
All the above are true,
I am not telling
I am not dying.
What I am telling is
What you have heard.
And you told me
You heard nothing.
Nothingness is only here,
Remember my dear,
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