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Empty

Empty dreams, spilling from
A tattered mind, alone.
Callous and cold the world
Etching notches in my soul.

Empty dreams, spilling from
A battered soul, alone.
Toneless and droll my voice
Braying harshly in my mind.
 
Empty dreams spilling from
A ragged body, alone.
Broken and bruised, abused
Hard work and middle age.

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