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My eyes are hollow.
Hollow like a deep empty well
where dank moss festers in cracks,
cold damp in the rough stone.
This tunnel is vertical.
Day to night,
day to night,
The world passes overhead and
my neck aches, gaze cast up.
My gaze is hollow.
Hollow. Like a deep empty well
where dank moss festers it Cracks
Cold, damp in the rough stone
This tunnel is vertical
night. to day
Night to day,
The world passes overhead and
My neck. aches. eyes cast up

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