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Jul 2020
This blackness keeps me still.
Sightless and empty.
Silent and imaginary.
My world is an unlit night.
No warmth to free me.
in this meaningless life.

This imaginary self
which gave me light.
Only ephemeral,
with nothing in sight.


Frozen woe is all I know.
Made-up tears
and empty words
Are nothing more
than voiceless faux.
My frozen world
dark and null
Chains me to
The void my life.
Written by
Jesse C
107
   Gunnika Mehra and Shrika
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