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Sep 28
your soul is dark,
and sullied black
by life.

it must ache
to be so              hollow.

to be so empty.
without substance,
without light.

a pit of mystery,
buried inside of you.
water so murky
a swimmer should not risk,

but boy,
i am drowning.
Written by
Abi Winder  20/F/Australia
(20/F/Australia)   
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