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My Soul

written by: G.R. Weslo


It's a smile
It's a look
There's pure happiness
But it's tainted by the sadness of loss
It's spoiled by the knowledge of what is to come
You don't care about the topic
You just want her to keep talking
In that moment you know peace
In that moment you know joy
As that moment ends
You are returned to reality
She looks at you and smiles

G.R. Weslo

G.R. Weslo

Writing is the only way I can be the crazy out of my head
G.R. Weslo

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