counting my fingers
of how thoughts of you still linger
sighing in disbelief
of how you made the occupied
now dried in lacuna
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The Sanctuary of Pain (POETRY)
PoetryMay the answers look for you when you cannot find them.
TSP 10: Emptiness
counting my fingers
of how thoughts of you still linger
sighing in disbelief
of how you made the occupied
now dried in lacuna