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May 30
SIN
I have a novel I can't
finish writing.
Because there are kisses left ungiven,
words left unspoken.
There are hugs left unfelt,
caresses that never became love.
There are laughter I never saw,
and tears I can't dry.
There are experiences left unlived,
and dreams undreamed.
Mystery of an authentic soul
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Mystery of an authentic soul  Other/Submerged in the System
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