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Half full (of empty)

She hears her name a heartbeat,
called between flickers of fluorescence.

Tuned to the vibration of neon,
she has affirmed herself
a role.

I hear every letter yelled
at once,
without distinction.

My universe mistakes
pinning dead moths to boards,

for depth.
Written by lightbaron
Published | Edited 23rd Feb 2013
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