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A poem about everything and nothing

I’m not so feverish

That I would let you feed

Me sweet lies like licorice,

Sweet to the taste

But ultimately hollow,

With eyes as dark as coals

We were both led into shallow waters,

To witness our hopes and dreams

Butchered like cattle,

While the hounds bayed

And led us ever closer

To that forgotten place,

You know the one.

The place beyond the answers

That we use to know so well