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the anthem of an empty soul a shell crammed full in nothingness absolutely nil to this choral tune vacancy's note played by one sole pan there's a humdrum to its pitch packing's plump the missing ingredient always with an absence of ingredient starved was this emaciated soul not having the richest cloven pitch inside infinite quantities of nothingness ever the void sound to its pan a totally scooped out dull tune zero being in the husk of the tune this cavernous space possessing no ingredient like that of a dead hearted pan as it had but the blankest soul completely useless this bare nothingness lacking of an ample vessel's pitch such was the hopelessness to the pitch its essence so poorly of tune deprived this barren nothingness the inner pith hollow of ingredient all taken from the lifeless soul where they'd be a destitute pan an aimless chord in the pan containing not a wholeness of pitch the desert abiding without soul insolvency was its lasting tune so hungering for that ingredient to quell the wretched nothingness an interior gulf replete in nothingness needful of feeding with a brimming pan craving much for the ingredient that ever opulent barrow of pitch a human warbling a pitiful tune this ballad so dismal of soul ingredient not present, a vast nothingness soul much overloaded, in an unfurnished pan pitch harping the strains, of a unfilled tune
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
The Anthem Of An Empty Soul (Sestina)
the anthem of an empty soul a shell crammed full in nothingness absolutely nil to this choral tune vacancy's note played by one sole pan there's a humdrum to its pitch packing's plump the missing ingredient always with an absence of ingredient starved was this emaciated soul not having the richest cloven pitch inside infinite quantities of nothingness ever the void sound to its pan a totally scooped out dull tune zero being in the husk of the tune this cavernous space possessing no ingredient like that of a dead hearted pan as it had but the blankest soul completely useless this bare nothingness lacking of an ample vessel's pitch such was the hopelessness to the pitch its essence so poorly of tune deprived this barren nothingness the inner pith hollow of ingredient all taken from the lifeless soul where they'd be a destitute pan an aimless chord in the pan containing not a wholeness of pitch the desert abiding without soul insolvency was its lasting tune so hungering for that ingredient to quell the wretched nothingness an interior gulf replete in nothingness needful of feeding with a brimming pan craving much for the ingredient that ever opulent barrow of pitch a human warbling a pitiful tune this ballad so dismal of soul ingredient not present, a vast nothingness soul much overloaded, in an unfurnished pan pitch harping the strains, of a unfilled tune
ElizabethSquires
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ElizabethSquires
Australian
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
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