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Wick Jan 2018
the moment you walked out the door
was the setting of the sun in my horizon
the sound of the clock ticking onto hours
was the stars exploding from the distance
gone is my world.
gone is my universe.
gone is the girl.
gone into the silence.
they say you can never hear oblivion
but i can hear it ringing inside the room
gnawing to the cavities of her existence
once was one with mine
now nothingness presides

— The End —