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Dec 2017
Could a song touch me?
Run its fingers
the length of my soul?

In truth it makes me wary
Of the power it holds:
To morph my mind is to
Morph my soul.

People, they touch me.
People are souls.
Souls cry out with life,
You might say they sing.

A song, a person, a soul?
Same thing.
Everything is a person
Because people create.
We are everyone we've known,
Heard,
Held,
And hurt.
"The secret of life is that people change people."
Written by
Emmanc  23/F/Florida
(23/F/Florida)   
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