Soul.

Where does teh soul lie? In the home? In the country? Is it a thing with feathers? Lit behind a steel door, With booby traps and safety wires.

Where does teh soul lie? In the home? In the country? Is it a thing with feathers? Lit behind a steel door, With booby traps and safety wires.

Steel.

October 22nd, 2009 | All Poems, Woe Poems

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