The empty soul

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The wishing well of dreams

Deep in my eye

Has dried up.

Each night I stare at the sparkling sky

Trying to think of how to fix my emotions

No mortal tool can bind the damage done.

So will my blue ocean eyes turn to grey today?

Who knows.

I'll just keep my head down

Pay my dues

And collapse with the sun

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