reflections

Slowly she takes her shadow
Of a smile,
And turns towards the sun
Knowingly

And the sound, of the fleeting strains
Of the saddest love song one could
Ever hear, makes her
Understand pain
Is
Universal

She hears the mocking voices
On the phone
Her smile saddens
Her head slumps with the
Weight of unsound knowledge
Applied to her life

He has no soul, so there
Is nothing to say

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