mistaken for dirt
from cracks in your heart
that cause it to hurt
you've been working all night
to fix what you can not repair
but you try and you fail
and now you're pulling out hair
the rift it grows larger
the void filled up dark
walking quicker now
to the other end of the park
the fragments of love once there
that occupy the cracks
they gleam and they glisten
in a sickening black
you are hollow now
i still hear your name
carried from mouths by the wind
and the hair on my neck still stands for a moment
as i turn and walk away
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