Emptiness

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I don't understand being empty

where is my filling?

I am no longer a stuffed toy

I have lost my innocence

No one may return my stuffing,

my seams,

my seams,

untwine.

My yarn, a tangled mess

I roll and roll

but now it is

over.

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