Vessel

I am my variation of being, solidifies my vessel: 

breaking boundaries of self indulgence.

Fixating on false beliefs.

Trapped within words never spoken, but so clearly understood.

Your sayings carry no face, no touch, no smell but linger to leave.

Whispered names carry years of life, my title will live on beyond the end time. 

I am my variation of being ,solidifies my vessel.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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