I do not feel this.
I do not feel your eyes upon me.
As your hands go walking ,
I do not feel this.
I am empty.
When you kiss me
my mouth, the automaton kisses you back
with no sympathy.
I have no answers
I have no answers for your questioning eyes.
My eyes ,reflecting yours,
are empty pools,
unfathomable and deep.
Like blackest water they embrace you
within the nothing
I have become.
I do not feel this.
I do not feel your eyes upon me.
As your body moves in closer
I do not feel this
I am empty.
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