zombie

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I'm a zombie
wandering the streets of darkness
Void in the chest
Dead in the eyes
You may hug me with your cold arms and i may not even feel it
I may shrug past you and walk away
The fire that once enlivened my eyes,
now a distant memory
As lackluster as a wet sponge left on the sink for days
Until it dries and crusts up
I want to have hope
I just don't anymore

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