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Nov 2010
Empty house
All Alone
white noise wakes me
the sound of nothingness
creeping in

My eyes close
I see her
space separates
me from my loves embrace
my eyes open

my feeble
weak voice
I breathe her name
echoing in the dark
nothingness
Written by
Jo Phillips
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