Hollow is your stomach,
empty are your whispers,
like the day you lost someone.
Absence of yesterday,
is the biggest illness of all.
"Come to me", it sings.
Oh how you wish.
But wishful thinking,
never held continents together
never prevented loss.
Pray never rose the dead,
because time has no mercy,
because tomorrow,
tomorrow will forget it.
Forget it all.
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