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open soul
Come coast back home,
Why am I alone.
Voices echo they sing,
they fade away they sting.
Just a feel of that burn,
Is all that I yearn.
Right now I can die sublime,
In this rhyme.
Its for you,
Attached...is my open hand
too.
Empty branches,
horseless ranches.
Open soul
Its yours you know.
*S*
