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Empty
by Savannah Skye

ith lust at my back
I crawl through the night
Knowing I will barely make it to morning
With my equilibrium intact

My body's insane
or is it my mind
I cannot tell the difference
In this state of being
So I ask of you my dear
Will you give to me
What will be freeing

So that when I reach
For what is not there
My hand will not come back empty

Empty of flesh...
Empty of sex...
Or just plain empty of you...

. . . Empty . . .

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