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I heap onto myself

I never thought I will pin again

I myself on to this pointless wall

I have a primal earth beneath

I have a pristine water beyond

I have a poetic facade ever

I have a prison of poison eternal

I am burning a man unto its toes

I am bruising veins of my earth

I am drifting in time, adrift, abreast

I am onto a lipid profile of myself

I am not countable, a null and void noun !