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Zoe Grace Nov 2020
Time is non existant
The world around me shuts down
I transfer myself wholeheartedly
Into a fantastical adventure
For I am no longer myself
I am the protagonist
Sleep, I need not
But answers, well..
Answers I need to live
YUKTI Apr 2018
Someone has stolen my food,
Which I saved and made for my soul.

My soul is starving,
And the mind is crying.

I suddenly started asking for help,
I fell on the floor and yelp.

My soul is dying for the food
And I started feeling guilty for being so rude.

The stolen food was not fruits, vegetables or ice creams,
But they were my wishes desires and dreams.
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Kewayne Wadley Feb 2017
Each morning she fills a bowl with love.
And my hands become like a spoon.
Nourishing my soul with such a precious gift.
A memory my mouth will soon never forget.
The taste of love

— The End —