Lonely Too: A poem

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I had a girl once who was lonely too

But the hungry kind of lonely

The kind that hates the hollowness in its own eyes

That it seeks

And finds

And swallows whole

Cannibalizes its own kind

In the hope that it can find substance

In another hollow shell

But I still had blood sloshing in my veins

Still had something to live for

So I left her

Hollow eyes gazing

Hollow eyes blazing

Hollow eyes phasing

In and out of focus

Brimming with the same empty pain

That echoed in the hollows of her shell

And echoed in the hollows of my own

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