Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Hollow

There is a crater 
Where you used to be
An impact mark
So deep
Even oceans couldn't
Mask the damage
I've shed 
All the salt water I can
In a pathetic attempt to try
No salt is left
No water is left
No self is left
No one hears the wails of 
The muted  

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