The soul has much to say
Pen, paper and heart...
All
that
remains
A
comforting
trio
Chimes
of
reality
Tools
that shatter
insanity
For
medicinal purposes
only
Soulful
sutures
of healing
Cures
for
peace
Speaking
not
allowed
End
to
begin
Arid
thoughts
overspill
Slippery
when
wet
Questions
remain
forever
The sword
Uncompromising
Essential
Wasteland
of
emptiness
Vast
potential
untapped
A
dying
breed
Keeper
of a
dream
Bearer
of
want
My
one
and only
Sting
of
loneliness
Weakness
has an
aftertaste
Rebirth
without
warning
Light
floods
humanity
Gleaming
desires
shine
Reaching
in
parts
not
the
whole
Love
in
reverse
Repeating
ones
genesis
Conquering
the
unbeatable
Weapons
of
redemption
Pen
paper
heart
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