An Empty Hold

a poem for releasing and clearing

Mar 12, 2024

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Empty
out all what's in;
you must
to begin

and to end
the woes,
the throes of pain
eat me

up I can't go,
high is not my show,
for empty
starts anew.

I'm through with you
and

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