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Larynx Lost
Folder:
Nonentity Zero I hear a voice
My own echo
A cry alone
From raspy throat.
Last words
An empty mind
Or missing heart
None to tell.
A passion gone
Deafened ears
And blinded eyes
Can't hear or see.
No yield, no fruit
No seed to plant
Foundation crumbles
Withered roots.
So whence return
Vile pain
Alone at last
What hence remembered.
The broken quill
The flock far gone
Oh empty Well!
Atramentous.
