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Empty

when you left
the warmth left the air
and I was surrounded by a lonely chill
that no amount of blankets could help

when you left
the blue left my eyes and
what was left were grey marbles
that no amount of beautiful art could revive

when you left
the sanity ran out
my head was filled with jumbled words
that no amount of paper and pens could fix



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