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Colten Sorrells Jan 2019
to you, it's snoring,
but to me, it's angelic
so pure, innocent
Sometimes I wonder if she might be an angel, a fairy, a nymph, or perhaps a valkyrie because she is far too pure for this world
Connor Feb 2018
Where do our souls go
when  our bodies die?
Are they reincarnated
and reused
or are they awaited
by he who would have abused
them?
Do they go upstairs
to God's room
sitting in waiting chairs
patiently for a new identity to assume?
Oh! How I wonder what occured
to the souls of those before us
and if their safety was assured.
What a topic to discuss!
This poem is pretty ******, but I'm bored so..

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