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Untitled -- 11.1.2003
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Empty Whispers of silent tears,
on a night that seems so meanless and dull.
Shadows of lost memories,
formed an ugly abscess in my soul.
Calling out a quiet realm of unsurness,
in this world that leaves us swollen.
It's my unspoken emptiness.
The essence speaking to all these poor creatures.
They can't seem to mend.
It feels impossible to fix such an incredible dream...
something I thought was more than a friend.
This false being,
that gives a shout,
leaves me sitting w/ my last breath,
to find there's no way out.
