Young Soul

As world forms,

as time unearths its raw toll on you,

don't fret, young soul.

I hear you

I see you

I feel you

In the thorns of my own misdeeds

Emotions, Heavy as black holes

I hope you are free now;

I hope you have 

glorious and new worlds

next time around.




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