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A Lost Soul
I am a spirit with shattered wings
Heavily laden with soot and smog strings
You are white angels with snowy feathers
Peaceful and with stentorian treasures
We face the ultimate challenge as a team
akin to a snake or dove
As we were cursed, we ought to love.
Written: November 09, 2022
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Sotto Poet
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