**A Hollow Wound**

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A suffocating void, a gnawing ache,  
A phantom touch my bones forsake.  
Shadowed whispers claw my mind,  
Echoes of love now left behind.  

Crimson rivers, silent screams,  
A shattered soul torn at the seams.  
Sanity frays like tattered lace,  
Pain etches scars I cannot erase.  

I miss her like the dead miss breath,  
Like lovers lost to time and death.  
A hollow wound where warmth once grew,  
A grave of memories steeped in blue.  

Each night I drown in anxious cries,  
A requiem beneath blackened skies.  
The weight of loss, a brutal art,  
A dagger plunged into my heart.  

No air remains, no light, no grace,  
Only sorrow's cold embrace.  
Hope decays in lifeless eyes,  
Buried deep where mercy dies.  

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