A hollow heart
Within the hollow Of a tree, I sit Around me, The forest Teams with life But I have become Its opposite Past pain Numbs The Forest Heaves Breathes Life for my lungs Love for my heart But there is no one Here to receive it In solitude Freedom awaits In loneliness Death stirs thickly.
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