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The Loss My Soul Mourns
There's a sudden change in the nomadic winds as they backtrack to a path they have long left destroyed, a place where loss lies settled in the rubble, buried under the leftovers of yesterday, and the harrowing pangs of ululation still linger, yearning for aid
I can't help but wonder what wanders beyond the polluted air, how long must my breath be held captive until I can inhale, waiting on the earth to exhale empathy, so I may know what it feels like to love oneself
I am as vagrant as the winds, always chasing what stands still, searching for the beauty marks amongst my scars, my heart growing weary in the eye of the storm as it perceives the brooding chaos, I am the loss my soul mourns
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I can't help but wonder what wanders beyond the polluted air, how long must my breath be held captive until I can inhale, waiting on the earth to exhale empathy, so I may know what it feels like to love oneself
I am as vagrant as the winds, always chasing what stands still, searching for the beauty marks amongst my scars, my heart growing weary in the eye of the storm as it perceives the brooding chaos, I am the loss my soul mourns
© cracksfilledwithgold
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