Hollow
Not just an empty breeze
But hollow
I lie under white sheets
Feeling hollow
Hollow about you
Hollow about me
And things that pass us
In between
Fish scales
Folded sails
Dull afterthoughts
More than meaningless blue
An empty sea
Empty harbour
Blurred lighthouse
Lamplit moon
More neon
More hollow
How can the ribs of a song
Made for life
Peel the flesh
Drink the blood
Pour freezing ice
Into eyes that are hollow
Hollow
How can life eternal
Seem hollow
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