I was on my way to give you the soul I found
By the river under the shining moonlight.
But it got lost, somehow.
And now I stand before you empty-handed
Praying for you.
Because I have no soul left for you
And you shall remain soulless for as long as you breathe.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
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