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there's a ghost inside
a shadow of something,
a sifting hand
digging through;
what's the point of searching?
what's there, what's left?
iced eyes and hollow bones
worthless words, heavy breaths
touch-less fingertips, starved lips;
in all honesty
in all honesty
i'll always be empty
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