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Vacant

See me outside
Beauty raining in the erosion
Of my blood stream
I wouldn’t compete for Miss Universe
For Miss Heavenly fits me most.

See me inside
I am the antonym of the synonym
I am supposed to be
A perfectly crafted ugliness
Swimming in overflowing river
Of distress originating from my eyes.

Look at me
My body sings lullaby
My soul cries a dirge
My body writes limerick for my existence
My soul writes an ode to my death.

I am vacant
Occupied by nothing
I’m just a waste being
A replica to a waste bin.

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