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Soul stirrer
You asked for my soul
and I laid it bare, for you.
Trampled, beaten, mistaken, burnt, and forgotten
It lies in the depth of a blue sea
out of breath and still.
Moss and coral has taken over my soul
or what is left of it.
A black and blue striped fish stopped by yesterday to check if she can lay her eggs in there.
I think she will.
Friday 7th September 2018 3:43 pm
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