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Vacant Existance

Book in my hand. 
Wait. 
Where did the words go? 
Lost in thought,
I search the pages. 
The words are still there. 
But, none of it makes sense. 
'There is no cold. Only warmth at it's worst,' 
I read. 
'There is no darkness. Only absence of light,'
It says. 
What do these mean??

It makes me wonder.
Wait. 
Where are you?
Lost in thought,
I search the place. 
You're asleep on the couch. 
I read your face. 
Now I know. 
I write on my brain..
There is no loneliness,
Just an absence of you. 





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