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I am empty
this vast cavern where once a gentle soul resided held to the morning and cried the victors song across the horizon. I stand here looking upon the vastness inside those empty hollows where once a soul did thrive And held the morrows promise. I am no longer the son of the morning rather the decaying fragment that withered cloak of time and life, how well its chords have struck and rung Out upon a life's journey. Bitter the sweet decades that pass, the centuries flew where fate to hand grasped the final breath of me and held me like sand Till soon nothing is left of the grains those granules of the sparks of life All lay in utter vain. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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