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Vacancy

Is my emptiness so loud
Filling the spaces and brimming up to the cieling
A lulling moan tries to awake me
I can't
Now is not the time to feel
Love is a distant memory
That ocean is now a dried over dying desert
Vacancy is now screaming aloud



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