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Dec 2010
None of us are really happy anymore,
we just have fleeting moments of
pleasure.

The rest,
the rest is just emptiness
a void we're drifting through

And for some reason
we're all nostalgic for something
none of us can quite remember.
©Ed Hosking 2010. All Rights Reserved.
Written by
Ed Hosking
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