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Jun 2020
I felt empty,
Until I started to romanticise the depth of the hole I was digging.
Empty is graceful.
I felt empty,
Until that’s what I wanted
Now I feel replete,
Glutted.
Written by
Kayls  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
104
     --- and MS Anjaan
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