The hunger is eating at the corner of my eye
I can’t sleep
Can’t escape into the dream even though the dream will find him
It always finds him
The edge of the empty sword
Of being stabbed in the gut by emptiness
Coaxing a river of tears
I thought there was someone who could fill the emptiness not him left me
But the spot remains curiously empty
As empty as me
Where the wound is left gushing
Endless lost futures
Endless lost people
Elucidating Questions 
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