Man, Without


There is a cold
That seeps through my soul,
It is the cold of a waiting storm.
There is a hole that lies in my heart,
It is the hole of broken dreams.

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Writer | Poet | Wanderer | Insomniac Writer.In.Procaffeination ... between real deadlines and imagined deadbodies Survives on coffee. Eats Poetry for Breakfast.