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No, Your Soul
She sat still, on the dying bench in the park.
It was evening, but the sun hadn't left us yet.
The cool breeze moving peacefully,
looking for a heated body to calm
and the trees whispering loudly,
i could hear them gossip about those around.
I sat down under a tree,
trying to connect to beauty and peace of nature around me and then I saw her,
tears gradually dropping from her eyes.
"Another beastful day for a beautiful being"
I said within myself.
I decided to look away, to ignore her, to mind my...