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8h
soul feels like
a pull,
a call,
an ache,
a hand
reaching out beyond
our eyes
soul is the
real heartbreak
soul knows what it wants
love, the purest form
the one without words
a love without struggle
my soul reaches for something
but what?
Written by
AUSTIN FIELDS
27
   Kalliope
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