Void

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I warned you not to wait for me

Beneath the windy trees on Green Street

Where foul smells permeated the rotting air

Tiny molecules of yesterday’s voice

Words that transformed from a whisper to a choir

A song that would kidnap my heart

and leave you

with nothing but an empty rib cage

 

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