Empty
Destined to disdain
Abstracted memories reflect
a time of season
when I felt something other than
loneliness
frustration
emptiness
fulfilling only thoughts to mischief
Looking down
I feel the tide of surplus touch and leaning nowhere to despair
among the needy.
1-11-10
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