Dear Death,
Fragile things,
They break.
Fall, crumble,
They waste away.
Humans are fragile things,
Some say that they aren't.
But, I'm not talking about our physical bodies,
I'm talking about our souls.
A soul is important,
Similarly, to the shoe,
The whole concept, idea and product do not work without it.
Not without the sole.
Love,
Hope Morris.
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