Cameron Meldrum

The Fine Line Of Death

You tell me that were done
So I am emptied, the sorrow fills the empty voids and all happiness is released to a distance place.
This place. Unheard of and unnamed yet everybody knows it survives
Survives on the happiness that old love has enjoyed ripping out of us. 
That old love has ripped out and will not replace
Leaving a hole only filled

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