there is no key masterful enough.

a poem about old voices echoing through crevices.

Photo by Adli Wahid on Unsplash

i have tried to convince myself

that emptiness fills itself eventually

and that sand surrounding holes

dug in moments of despair

trickles into the absence

as years pass and that

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writer | editor | poet | all things personal development ↠ alaynadoyal.com ♡

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