Death Watch

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An empty room.
     Its walls hinting at
          what might have been.

My hollow self
        disintegrating rapidly.
An emotional cruise
    on a distraught sea.

Fanatic attempts to deny
     the inevitable.
Where are our plans?
   They were words spoken
                    by people
                     who will not
          caress the torture
                      of the future.

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