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Empty

An empty void is present    
No one is talking  
No elegance just a title    
Don't listen to the wind    
   
Broken doors stopped swinging long ago  
No bugs even in the holes    
Dust is what was bone    
Love is cold    
   
I whisper my song    
Because loneliness has made me go insane
Talking to myself    
The building will collapse if I yell    
   
            
Written by tmoj
Published | Edited 6th Nov 2019
Author's Note
9/28/19
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