Poem Souls | ongoing
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Every person had a poem to their soul. It fit them well. The one thing they treasured. Lost or forgotten. They all had a poem. Jeremy, Lizzie, Kailee, and Evan. The Simmons they were called. Scary on the surface, but deeply scarred inside. A poem in them telling them who they loved most. Their poems were very similar, yet different in their own ways. But their poems were long gone. Theirs was dead.
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