It seems like Ages ago we felt
It feels like emptiness is forever
Emptiness is all around
Those flowers are dead
These walls are grey
These faces look like dying patients
This city is cement
That food is not real
That water is poison
The songs have no soul
There is no appreciation
What is done is not for the living soul
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A Restless Mind
PoetryA cluster of poems and thoughts from a mind that never seems to stop.
