To say that it was all taken into memories, reminds me that it has passed. 

Never to return to this time, a land foreign to me.

These thoughts consume me, seeping their poison into the marrow of my bones. 

Joints creak the screams of the heart.

Your voice calls from the dark but your face is unrecognized. 

Whispers of your touch find their way to me but they’re empty.

 

An empty vessel filling the void.

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