the carcasses of dreams
lie strewn about the floors of the shattered heart...
nothingness could be so wide and gaping
it's like a zilch,sans a prefix...
if only one could obliterate
the winds of time teasing a wounded soul...
the dead of love and war
are swallowed by the dust of time...
One just hope,the smithereens inside...
hold on,in this ruthless tornado of life...
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