My soul by Ann Wood
I made my soul in piecesto give it away easier,
I gather her now, betrayed and pardoned
but the puzzle remains incomplete.
I was wrong when I was giving it away
faithfully-believing in the crowds,
I used it, I believed, did not think
now I relive, hurt and quiet ...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2019-07-11 at 16:43
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