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Without a place
Bitter life, gone in waste
Quit running
Not worth the chase
Once understanding it's
All replaced
Fall with haste
Crash a few feet
Short of space
So much love encased
In each embrace
Once gone to leave
Empty arms
Without a place
About the Creator
Vincent Manta
Vincent is an author headquartered in New York City. He's published sports coverage, stories, and poetry. His short films can be found on YouTube.
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