In a daze.

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I walk around in a daze...
my hollowed out interior
filled with smoky gloom,
choking off all joy.
Just as life begins to clear,
I gasp aloud at the realization,
you're not here;
you never will be again.
I wilt like a waterlily
in the desert.
I walk around in a daze...

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