As empty as it gets,
now my heart is,
All the life it had,
you took it,
It is just beating,
like a shallow drum,
Like dried out field,
like drought,
Nothing feels better,
nothing feels wrong,
Just sad man,
with sad songs,
The memories, the fonds,
They hunt me, they turned taunt,
The warmth of your closeness, now gone,
Still I face the life,
with smile,
Still I watch the stars,
Of lonely night.
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