Souls wills make

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Souls wills make

I've spoke of futures and of past .
I've finally seen my soul at last.
Rotting, maimed, and on its own.
I'll join the others and move on.
The eternity it just may take
A brand new soul my wills to make.
The thoughts are spinning mine to take
The building blocks of souls wills make.

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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modenkane’s Poems (5)

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