Empty House - Poem by Louise McVicar
Empty House procures placement.
Smash the tinge of sickness.
Squeeze the trashy aura.
Like a pimple.
Meaningless thoughts cascade through.
Weakness prevails upon my mind.
Deftly leaves me tainted.
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