making a memory

an empty shell,
a vacant soul,
life a silent echo;
going through
deserted motions,
long time since
pulse worth feeling;
wrists burn
in a memory,
to speak love
a perjury;
can’t sleep right,
‘neath lonely night,
medicinally numbed
to nothingness;
too far a cry
from being alive

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