Smoke and the Mirror

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about feeling nothing.

Submitted: November 02, 2011

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Submitted: November 02, 2011

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I was empty

Your touch filled me

I was concrete 

You kiss moved me

It is pointless, pointless

I think nothing of you now

How wrong?

How fickle.

Not immune to our own poison

Not bitter, scorned,

Just unwilling to try

I lied. 


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