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Jul 2016
I cannot define this emptiness
that roams around,
in happiness
it casts a shadow,
in bad times,
me,  it swallows,
when senses go numb
it makes me go
round and round
seeking its whereabouts
and my full  life
makes no sense.

I cannot define this emptiness
can you?
Tulip Chowdhury
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Tulip Chowdhury  USA
(USA)   
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