Spirit healed sores
that the spiders didn't scar
I boosted from stores
that insiders deemed subpar
I looked within
feeling airy, yea, thin
sublime soulcave
sublimecavernsoul
The tenderized grasses
swaying in the pond
Remind me of the glasses
of which I were nigh fond
They corroded my soul
and corralled my sway
caved in soul
carved upon soul
Abandoned car, imploded shards
resembling baby so hurt, in zebra leotards
how could someone kind on my infant self
so unwind
cavernesque soulyard
loch ness fettered soulyardOne fine night, awakened wails
Death had found, the boozer's bales
No more weed
nor wine nor whimpers
Found the white ash glee
Found the white ashtree
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