Spirit Soul
I am a man looking for my soul.
My soul has left me where has it gone.
My white coloured walls.
Little mistress sitting on the chair.
I never knew she would eat my pear.
The cross of death around the heart.
Water drops falling on the sink.
It’s time to clean my face.
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