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Someone Stole My Soul

someone stole my soul while I look for another one He all ready got one but wants mine to I give him my gun and try to send him on his way but he fights like a mercenaries with no place to go he thinks nothing of death and wants to blow himself up protector of anything full of himself eyes afraid and empty stands in the middle of the road and watches cars go by tells me I’m worth nothing unless I worship myself He’s my brother but he steals my soul all the time meanwhile she calls my name and I wait for the sky to open i see her smile and think how alone I am she sings songs but not mine I give her my soul but she won't take it I say a prayer and shake myself out of it I dance but not cause I want to I dance because the wind blows hard dying every day because someone tries to steal my soul

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Date: 4/3/2016 11:36:00 PM
I was moved by your poem. Todd. LINDA
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