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Soul
My soul is seeping away
Like the steam from my tea
Whispering into the ether
With every day that passes
I become more of a shadow
Of myself and what I
Used to be
Soon I will be but wisps of steam
Rising from the ground
Of the place where I lie buried
Effervescent yet ephemeral
Existing only until a breeze
Whips me away forever
Like the steam from my tea
Whispering into the ether
With every day that passes
I become more of a shadow
Of myself and what I
Used to be
Soon I will be but wisps of steam
Rising from the ground
Of the place where I lie buried
Effervescent yet ephemeral
Existing only until a breeze
Whips me away forever
Published 17th Jul 2020
Author's Note
Just feeling kind of empty today. I'm not dying but my spirit is flagging.
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