April 9, 2009
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The words I write,
With this empty lead

They have no meaning,
But a feeling of dread.

It creeps upon
A reader who writes,

Like purgatory
Without the lights.

The darkness so unsettling
These words filled with no heart,

But to know the truth
It rips me apart.

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