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Feb 22
Maybe our souls
Are split in two
And happiness
Is when they are friends
The day I was born
Some of my soul
Was inflated with helium
And rose up up
Up to the
Always watching its other half
And when I am happy
When I feel
I am floating
It is when
The half on the ground
Finally makes connection
With my satellite Soul
And when this feeling fades
When I am centred and flat
And neutral
The souls have lost
If so
The signal connected
And my halves
Both heavy and light
Are friends again.
Daisy Ashcroft
Written by
Daisy Ashcroft  F/England
     izzn and Imran Islam
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