Empty hands are cold,
the bystanders ignore warmth,
and the light dies slow.
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Oh well, it is what it is. Loved your poem!
What a lonesome poem you have written here. Good job on the emotion of the work.
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Oh well, it is what it is. Loved your poem!
What a lonesome poem you have written here. Good job on the emotion of the work.