Loneliness is a hunger
That eats at my hands
At the vacant spaces between my fingers
Devouring the place on my chest
Reserved for your cheek
It mocks
As it consumes
And I'm left
Empty enough to echo
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
Loneliness is a hunger
That eats at my hands
At the vacant spaces between my fingers
Devouring the place on my chest
Reserved for your cheek
It mocks
As it consumes
And I'm left
Empty enough to echo
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