Thursday, 5 January 2017




I remember crying over the funerals of my heart,
When I disremembered that I never had a beat to dance on,
I loved the voices that resonated inside my mind,
They echoed in every bone of mine,
Now that I know it was a deadly delight,
In my ears hollowness whispers in tone impolite,
I am hollowness, hollowness is I.

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