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A Deeper Sort of Empty

Minus ten in blinding blizzard at midnight

Snow insulation isolates me from feeling

Cold sensation freezes me from your touch

And a contrasting black emptiness inside

Is a deeper sort of empty for me now.

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Written by
ian-beckett
Irish
Published
Feb 9, 2012
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