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Allyssa Feb 2019
There was a vast emptiness within me,
A hole that could never be filled.
My bones clattered inside of this body,
A body no longer my own.
With every step I took I felt the weight of my existence lay heavy on me,
My heart beat like the wings of a humming bird and yet I still felt no warmth
I need warmth.
K Balachandran Jun 2018
clatter in attic,
cloud army rehearses war dance;
cleans dusty armour!

— The End —