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Mar 2016
i struggle the most when I ignore the whisper of my soul.
resulting in my cold logical mind. Colorless who then..
leAds Me down a patH that makes mE feel lost, Restless & confusEd.
takes a toll.
until I realize its time to mend..
standing Naked like the trees with nO leaves in mid Winter
i am frost, breathless & abused.
don't ignore what your soul is whispering to you.
Odette Malise
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Odette Malise
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   Paul Butters
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