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Old Soul

The winter hazel sunsets,
Softly burn my mind's gazing.
I launch backwards to our first encounter.
Your face,
was the answer to everything
unknown in me.
An old soul.
Awakening a hypnotic ache
In all my heart's breaks.
My scars shimmer with
shiny hot memories of you.
My depth belongs to yours.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
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