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Ffinian
Poems
Sep 2018
Hollow being
He sits and stares,
To and at nothing,
The resident rose,
Past its prime.
Sleep has become a drug,
Time has lost definition,
Each second becomes
Blurred with each passing hour.
An emptiness echoes inside of him,
Haze hovers before his eyes,
The old man in the young house,
Let him die inside.
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Ffinian
21/M/Wales
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