Empty Shell
My heart is an empty shell Not empty with despair Or darkness But inhabited only by tenderness An unbearable vastness So universal That my smallness aches
My heart is an empty shell Not empty with despair Or darkness But inhabited only by tenderness An unbearable vastness So universal That my smallness aches
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