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May 2019
No one hears me
and I've chosen this
I am an empty house
no ideas
no sounds

inside the empty house
the words echo
a cavern bellowing to be let out
to be heard

there is nothing to hear
there are no thoughts in my empty house
no heart to break
no closets to hide in

the windows are boarded
and the door is locked

but if you thought to knock
you would see
that in the empty house
there is me
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Marina  17
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