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Description
Empty spaces fill the days of an only child
Left to her own devices, a dangerous game
Made possible by avarice and apathy
Or just too much time on her hands
Voids are bridged with mindless diversion
Insipid talk shows, a TV bandage for the soul
Cut too deeply by the sharp edge of nothingness
Threading through a solitary life
Occasionally warmed by a touch,
A brilliant microsecond
Released all too soon, like a paper boat
Into a storm.

Description
Empty spaces fill the days of an only child
Left to her own devices, a dangerous game
Made possible by avarice and apathy
Or just too much time on her hands
Voids are bridged with mindless diversion
Insipid talk shows, a TV bandage for the soul
Cut too deeply by the sharp edge of nothingness
Threading through a solitary life
Occasionally warmed by a touch,
A brilliant microsecond
Released all too soon, like a paper boat
Into a storm.