Hollow is a heart devoid of purpose.
There was one, once.
The beats seem to pointlessly echo more than they used to
There just seems to be so much less padding then
There was, once..
It thumps on unabated
Awake or asleep a constant reminder
That at one time there was more
There was...
Simply a conglomerate of functional parts
Lacking any semblance to a complex gathering of nerves and emotion
Like a tin man with a pacemaker it just ticks and ticks
No longer truly serving any purpose but to notify me that it is indeed
There....
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