EMPTY MIND.
Hollow heart.
Lonely soul.Quiet night,
mind filled with clamouring
empty thoughts.
Toss and turns,
on the spacious bed.Longing of warm embrace,
from no one.
From someone.
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Untitled IV
EMPTY MIND.
Hollow heart.
Lonely soul.Quiet night,
mind filled with clamouring
empty thoughts.
Toss and turns,
on the spacious bed.Longing of warm embrace,
from no one.
From someone.