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Aug 2014
I feel lost.
Not the "lost" when you are somewhere foreign,
And you feel a rush of adventure
At the idea of finding familiarity.

The kind of lost
Where all there is,
Is void.

Void of emotion.
Void of sound.
Void of color.
Void
Of
Life.
Danielle Cusanelli
Written by
Danielle Cusanelli  Montclair, NJ
(Montclair, NJ)   
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