The things we fling up giddy spin down empty
Our rainbow feast tastes flat, brown, empty
No matter how I take my words apart
My lips say verb, hollow, noun, empty
Your living room is echoing and gloss
The walks I take ring small town empty
I smooch wide air, climb ladders into space
The tiny closet hugs its robe, gown, empty
My head: removed and promenaded off
Behold the loving cardboard crown: empty
The deer are at the door, tame, brazen
The bathtub growls. I won't drown empty
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