So I write.
Body.
I have a body.
and organs.
Bones.
Muscles.
Blood.
But where does my soul fit?
Where is its dwelling place?
Poems.
It’s in my poems.
I write to let my soul live.
It can travel to the hearts of those that read my words
And create a dwelling place for other souls.
I write to let release my soul into forever.
To connect.
I think it's much older than my 19 -year old body.
I think my body was born to set my soul free.
Through poetry.
So I write.
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