Emptiness

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The rooms remain empty:
Voices echo in the halls
from the lips of strangers.

Fairy tales into the night;
thoughts raising my spirit
from beneath its dreams.

Sleep eludes me again;
the new moon marks my heart
and condemns my wayward soul.

Clocks no longer ticking;
Extinction hides in darkness
waiting for my eyes to close.

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