devils sneezes
westward breezes
whistle through
the hollow man
he gots no place
to lay his heavy
head
wisps of smoke
from a long dead
heart
torments,tenderly
warming soothing
forms a vision
a crevice a niche
softly caressing
the hollow man
everybody passing by
neath an endless sky
just keeps asking why
hollow man walks across
a hollow land.
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