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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Jun 25, 2014

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In this empty room
We stand together
In silence
In the darkness

Our shattered hearts
Bleeding together as one
While the blood runs
Through our cold skin

This is what love is like
Two broken people
Sharing their pain
Merging their empty souls

We forget about the world
Because we live in a world of our own
United as one
In an illusion of happiness

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TKCoopur

Jun 27, 2014

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Pure symbolism and imagery in this poem. But truth lies within both of them. Beautifully written and published. I feel speechless after reading this because this is a self-explanatory poem. Nobody can redefine what is wrote in this nor can it be duplicated. The power of words is very strong in this poem indeed. Need I say more? The truth hurts when a normal person reads this, but s/he needs to realize that such a dream can't be reached in this life because of the way Human Nature destroys the Utopian idea. Paradise lies beyond this life, far from our reach

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