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Morbid Desert

I'm stumbling in the darkness,

my feet catching in the cracks

as my body lurches foward into

the deepest depth of tragedy

that I have ever experienced.

My voice is crying out - pleas in a barren emptiness,

my eyes struggle to recognize

something - anything that will bring

hope and comfort as I travel

alone in the unknown.

This vast hollow void engulfs me,

with every gasping breath I choke on heavy blackness

I'll walk forever in this morbid desert.

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