' Feed my emptiness '

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I write poems for someone
who only exist in my imagination
and crave to read out the poems to her
and try to guess her expression,
I think of her from dusk to dawn
I know it's insane,
I know it's craziness
Still I betray my own soul
I feed my emptiness.

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