I'm a wandering soul.
Known to travel the vast lands.
I look for a body to tow around.
My soul weeps,
It wants the warm and comfort,
of a real body.
I see strange things.
I know all that i come across.
I have the ability to see the lies.
My soul is lost.
It continues to look for a home.
I know that may not happen,
Because I'm a wandering soul.
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Short stories and poems
PoetryJust some short stories with a side of poems i decided to make. The poems will come first and then the stories will be near the end more. I may add in some poems at the end also. Please don't copy.
