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Empty

I am like an old and dented cookie tin the one that’s been emptied and is now used for spare buttons and odd shaped pieces that fall off of things  and pennies found rolled and hairy under the couch.  I … Continue reading

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Emptied

I have left my lungs in a box wrapped in crinkled paper and slid under the bed carefully because every time I breathe it hurts  and I think it is because there is nothing no desire left to hold the … Continue reading

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Emptiness

You are sleeping right beside me  and so far away I hear you breathe I share your heat but cannot feel your presence that crease of sheets may as well be a mountain range of unscalable height I am torn … Continue reading

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