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Weeping Birth
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Hollow
Between the cold and grey concrete walls of this hall, The lone dancer's flight ended up in a breathless crawl.
Crushed by pounding footsteps that were tearing him apart, And slowly sucking all the blood from his weakened heart. The moon's rays won't reflect onto the mud-eyed shadows,
Cold are the thoughts, cold is the will. Cold is the sight that no empathy can ever fulfill.
Inexorably sunken into groundless voids, In a world that suddenly became too small. Where all surfaces are hollow. Where all minds are shallow.
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