bed without bodies
pillows without tresses,

doors only for exit
piano void of music,

new bulb void of light,
lenses with no sight,

heart without art,
lifetime without life,

emp—ty

emp—ty

emp—ty

emp—ty

emp—ty

the song of
me after our we.

12.12.2019
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For dVerse Poetics: Echo. . .echo . . .echo
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  1. Wow! Wow! Wow! That started hitting so hard right from the first line. Every sentence felt like being hit by shrapnels from a broken frozen heart. And that last line is so so perfectly crafted. Epic! Epic!

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