Wholesome

Make up a name to label my soul. 

That means whole

but apart I feel a tear 

This is so rare

because before it was a cord unplugged 

Slugged around like a wandering cloud

My heart would beat but not so loud.

When you come around the rhythm

hits a nitrous and I’m on full blast. 

I truly hope this lasts. 

Make up a name to label my soul.

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