![]() The HallsA Poem by Soul AsherThe crowded halls are empty. In her mind, they are ghosts. Unable to feel the warm bodies that bump around And act as a distraction to everyday life. They pay no attention to the souls that fly empty and numb. They are just broken people. © 2018 Soul Asher |
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