Ember couldn't stop thinking about the soul
It was just so lonely and lost
But she could never forget the toll
That morning, Ember was shocked by the roll
She had to calm herself with a crossed
Ember couldn't stop thinking about the soul
Later, Ember was spooked by a hole
She tried to focus on a frost
But she could never forget the toll
Mark tried to distract her with a role
Said it was time to start thinking about a pentecost
Ember couldn't stop thinking about the soul
Ember took action like a goal
The soul was like a toxic dost
But she could never forget the toll
Ember nosedived like a lost poll
Her mind turned into a lacoste
Ember couldn't stop thinking about the soul
But she could never forget the toll
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My Poem Book
PoetryA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
