Regress Me To Nothing
If Absence makes the Heart grow
So too, then, does Remorse, Regret
What doesn’t make the Heart grow
Life presumes the Inevitability of Growth
What doesn’t make the Heart grow
Stockpiles
Dividends
Earnings
Data
Cumulus Clouds of Data
Empire Fantasies of Clouds and Clouds of Data
The Heart grows with an unyielding yearning for such Growth
Growth
Inherent Growth
Growth
Universal Growth
Like the eternal expansion of the Infinite Domain of the Void
We inherently blister forever forth in our Growth
A Universe of a forever expanding We
Grow We must
Like Tumors
Debts
And Happiness
Yes, Happiness, too, grows the Heart
As does Love
And Kindness
The expectation of a Kiss
Growth
The Everything of Growth
The Growth of Everything
The Growth of Growth
Everything makes the Heart grow
Everything
Everything makes the Heart grow
Everything
If Everything makes the Heart grow
Then Nothing makes the Heart grow
If Everything makes the Heart grow
Then Nothing makes the Heart grow
Nothing is Everything
Nothing
Nothing makes the Heart grow
Nothing makes the Heart grow
Nothing
The Absence of Everything
Nothing
The Absence of Nothing
Absence
Absence, Alone
Grows the Heart
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