What could be more remote than the populated heaven in my heart?
What could be more unnoticeable than the veins under my flesh?
What could be more patronizing than the obligatory smiles on my face?
What could be more voluminous than the space my mind could go?
What could be more drowning than the sobs when I crumble?
What could be more foolish than the definition of my breath?
What could be more fragrant than the rice that feeds my hunger?
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