Souls
Souls make people
Who they are
When we pass
Our soul wanders
Wondering what to do
They have always had some purpose
Now what?
Souls are seen even after death
Maybe it’s the warm smell of cookies
Or the salty smell of the sea
One thing
Makes every soul different
Makes every soul remembered
One thing
One word
You
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