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EMPTINESS
The sun did not rise
With me this morning.
The cold, grey mist
Was there . . .
Chilling all the places
We had been
The night before.
I could not see
The paths we’d walked
Or places where We’d stopped.
I only felt
The cold mist’s arms
About my soul
. . . And . . .
Emptiness
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