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Jan 2011
When he stops speaking,
The emptiness overtakes me,
Hollowness grows within,
The room spins fast,
My mind fills with questions,
I write them in the starts,
Above me, above us,
Where's and why's and how's,
I throw them, silver,
Into the black empyrean
Β©Nicola-Isobel H.       28.01.2011
Isobel G
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Isobel G  28/F/Australia
(28/F/Australia)   
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