Therein Lies Your Soul


from the ABC set My Poetry

It doesn’t get any easier,

Wandering to and fro in the depths of the cold.

Doesn’t get,

Doesn’t.

Get,

Easier.

Crystaline snow.

Falling on your foreheadnosescarf.

Falling.

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On your techno-emoted-self.

Hypothetically speaking.

Snow. *#*

Asterisk, Number Sign, Asterisk.

Snowflakes in plurality.

Cold.

There is non-key emoted sunshine.

Outside...Warm.

Smile,

Therein lies your soul.

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