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Sep 21
I left my other soul
in my late marriage
I'll be more careful with this one

I keep my spare soul
safe with my neighbour
in case I lose this one

My old soul has worn thin
allowing in the cold
but also the sun

My first soul was reliably robust
This new one feels more fragile
and needs holding with care

My soul and I buried our differences
We now spend time focused
on what we have in common
Triggered by the overheard phrase 'my other soul'.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  61/M/London, U.K.
(61/M/London, U.K.)   
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