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Empty Space

Give me your space

Your empty space

The one you have discarded

Abandoned and abused

Wrung out, painted black

Locked, drapes shut.

The space you once filled with me

My name, my voice, my song

Our promises, hopes, plans.

As you retrace your steps

Turning back, turning your back

On me, forgetting that

We were once we

Us.

I need that space

I need to fill this emptiness

My porcelain heart

Shattered.

 

 

 

 

 

◄ An evening with you

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