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Haptic Gut Punch
Threw out old boxes,
Regrets and photographs,
Empty pockets and lockets,
And my friend's epitaphs.
The boxes were empty,
I regretted it all.
Like a broken wristwatch,
My empathy died tall.
And I still don't understand,
I accepted it there....
Regrets and photographs,
Empty pockets and lockets,
And my friend's epitaphs.
The boxes were empty,
I regretted it all.
Like a broken wristwatch,
My empathy died tall.
And I still don't understand,
I accepted it there....
