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Mind is a cavity

Cavern, hollow, merely sustained by these

feeble walls and thinning pillars of bare instinct

In here, my dreams are docile

Thousand years old,

Winds wanting to escape

Their cerebral confinement.

My eyes, looking upon them

you can see I am only a vessel

Empty and Hallowed

Through my skin you can hear it,

The reverberating swooshes,

of deserted shells.

I have been used

And each time I am left,

Something new is taken

Out, discarded like the rest of them.