With razor sharp edges
She sliced through the foam
Twisting and changing
Her definition of home
She looked through a briefcase
Searching for more
Hoping and dreaming
She'd lie amongst the shore
But what she found
No one ever will tell
For she found herself
Nothing but a shell
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An Ode to the Soul
PoetryA collection of poetry that may or may not be an accurate representation of my soul.
