Pains of the hollow soul;
Soul that was emptied;
Emptied by your magic touch.
Your magic touch, which was an irony.
An irony , to my existence.
My existence as a whole.
As a whole , being far or close to you.
Neither was I so close,
Now was I so far,
That you could not breathe,
That you could not find me.
Emptied souls of solitude,
No other I find.
You left me bewildered,
and one of a kind.
-Alisha
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