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'Empty'

 

There they were
lost...

the price paid
cost

More than any
thing,
shattered lives
don't
sing

Going on unsure
broken,
false promises are
spoken

When we gain NET
we may lose WORTH

So how can one
endure that
pain,
when the soul's
stained?
Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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