there’s a hollowness

there’s a hollowness

when you leave

a scraping out

of innards and guts

seeds and pulp

a drying

a rotting

of any sweetness or joy

of the capability to form

even the slightest smile

of eyes to make contact

with another

with any other

only the instinct

to curl inward

to hide

and die

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