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Loss

The window is open,

My soul pours out

unto the street of indifference.

When will it end?

How did it start

with a hole the size of seduction?

Drop by drop

Pain by experience,

the blood of dreams seeped out.

The shell remains,

Flesh and bones

Waiting for the touch of hope.