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Hollow Echo
Hollowed
For an echo
My words
Returned
Are the first words I’ve heard today
Alone in this husk
Bristled and whittled to the finest point
Of which I have never made clear
Hollowed out
like an echo in a shell
I’m only inside my head
Best I stay here rather than belt out replicant ravings of madmen
Salted sticks and candies
Ersatz nourishment and beverage
Oh the beverage
An echo over the ledge
Too much poison on black plates
Madness in the mistakes
Hollowed bones
Drums and echoed
I just keep repeating the same choice but clamped
Ah, if only the little nagging parts would die
Copyright ©
Duke Dickson
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