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Jan 2013
Empty
What an empty word,
not the song of a bird,
nor a simple need heard.
Sometimes
I wish my head were empty.
Not a word,
nothing heard,
not a to-do list,
nor an appointment missed,
not a tear shed,
nor anxiety fed,
not a tissue used,
nor happiness abused,
empty.
Britney Kempker
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Britney Kempker  Everywhere
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