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Saturday, July 27, 2013

Empty

My footfalls echo

Along the empty, icy walls

Scattered by the lingering shadows

Of lost mementos


Heels pound warnings

Off of the brittle ceilings

That once sheltered

My completeness


Soles mark time

On the barren rocky floor

Separating pleasures past

From awaiting eternity


Gone forever is living

From where my love

Once joyously flowed

Lived, and breathed



Leaving me to endlessly

Tread this vacant

Husk

Called life.
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