Where you would lie
Is cold
Where you would hold
Is barren
Where you would trace
There's only a ghost
Where you were
Is empty
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365 days of Ashes
PoesiaOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
