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Empty House

An empty house lives in me. Morbid, maudlin musings of my muddled mind filter through its sheer curtains A lonely house lives in me Sheer isolation and desperation Delude Its only occupant A Bruised house lives in me The wounds…

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Mine

Empty Platform

Alone, She stands on the platform Watching trains go by A traveler she is not Just someone who is lost   Had alighted here long ago Suffered a blow to the heart And left behind to wonder   Did she…

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