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This talking is heady
and I am drunk
As a page
on the ink of poetry
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I write of nothing
She said, nothing.
I have to delve
deep into this void
to capture the words
to voice my absence
echoes speak of those
that are not there
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Shrill interruption of a fleeting thought.
Jarring shock disrupting 4pm on a Sunday.
Slap of cold water on warm sleepiness.
Heartbreak in the midst of springtime.
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