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to the soulful

the color of his hair,
the shape of his eyes,
listening sweetly
as the wind’s
sovereign hunger
lingers overlong,
erecting man’s
great work of devotion
that rends the time awry;
I'm in love with the
weakness of his soulful song.  
Written by Pishashee
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