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Empty

I have cried away all my tears
And now all that is left is the empty:
The absence of the rain
But the perpetual existence of the grey,
The limitless horizon
That forever remains flat and dull,
A widespread ocean of blue and green
Without a wave to stir its heart,
And the empty, echoing drum inside my chest
That tells me I'm still alive
But refuses to let me live.



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