My soul told yours a tale
Of lonely nights alone
And fights within itself
The trivial and undeniable
Happenings and just pipe dreams
All at once and in more breathes than one
My soul sold yours a long stick
So with it you could touch the sky
Reach high and go straight up
Like mine never did
But it still has the urge collected
Don’t know if it’ll ever get there
In this meantime,
In mean times and never halfway
My own soul,
It gave truly yours a gift of feeling
That consuming thing I could never shake.
Maybe it can all be yours some day.
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