June 03, 2025
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There is a soul
She waits
Patiently
Sometimes, her patience wanes
She calls at night
A whisper on the wind
Buffeting semi-conscious thoughts
She calls and asks, why
has she not been brought home
yet she understands
she knows who will be ready soon
Her time has not come
She waits
Patiently
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