The Black Blanket
It’s like a blanket,
A black blanket,
It covers the insides
Then it shrivels to the core
Leaving the vessel
Empty
Cold
Alone
So, so alone
There are no tears
No feeling
Until the blanket shrivels
Then emptiness
That is all,
But somehow it beckons waterfalls
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