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My soul's not your to keep
You mangled my life for
games of chance creating
madness within a carney
realm feasting on my thoughts
tampering with my mind crushing
me chest ripping my heart out
stomping on it raising your brow
devouring soft edges leading to
my soul attempting to block the
entrance way to wholesome
goodness reaching the height
of my existence only to be
balanced above it all falling
into the trapeze nets crawling
clawing reaching for my soul
tattered and torn yet you couldn't
reach it as i drift into a deeper sleep
sorry satan my souls not yours to keep
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Yolanda Nicholsen
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