Hollow
Once the
fire of love
burned me, then the coals of grief
blackened my eyes, shrouded my life
in stinging ashes of mourning.
The fire
has died down,
the coals have crumbled to dust,
a reckless wind has swept away
the ashes from this shell.
Both love
and pain were
better than this; they had
a meaning.
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