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hollow it is done it is over nothing is left to feel or to live for the white is gone only black remains and it is empty nothing is here nothing remains the hollow is the hollow remains the hollow is all alone to me is me is I not am |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2015-05-16 19:38:24
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Medard,
I love the repetition regarding "hollow." I can understand this voice, recognize it. Kindred.
MSS