A ClockWork-Chris
Empty Hands
Reaching out
To grasp all my dreams
Into the air
Forwards
of me
But it is not what it seems
My hands left empty
And my heart left hungry
For the love
I possibly imagined
Not filling me
But
leaving
me hollow
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