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The emptiness is filling up the space,
I can feel the wind blowing through my body,
Only the mirror and it´s grace,
Please, can You all of this embody?
Once up on a time i was fabulously beautiful,
For men in ties very much suitable,
A bird in the nest, they cut off my wings,
And now I am just filling up my drinks.
My body is turning into dust,
It´s the gorgeous mirror that i can trust,
It can see that my heart is coloured in grey,
I fear, he is about to blow me away.
Sleeping Pills
( We are getting old.)
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Comments (1)
Mortality is a monster; meaningful poem. Keep writing!