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Feb 2016
Sometimes
All that is there is the emptiness
Not darkness
Not cold
Just the void
You could try
I mean to explain it
That in itself has a problem
For my emptiness
Isn't your emptiness
How could it be?
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
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