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Depleted
Shards of thought cut deeply
through mind's soft flesh.
Memories flash
like bright, glistening blades
that reap a fervent whirlwind.
Keen words lance blindly
in mind's shocked silence.
Hope whispers,
murmuring irresolute meaning
in the face of a howling gale.
Time pares away shattered pieces
of a mind's wreckage,
leaves only vestiges
of vanished hope, love lost
and days forever gone.
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