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Soul

I read your soul in your divine words and am honored to be let into your brilliant spark of life. I feel the weight of my soul. The soul always finds life again, a seedling is always left behind after obliteration to begin renewal.  It is covered in scars and perfect.  The soul can heal and it does reside in all of us so why do we resist the idea of our soul.  We feel it exist within us but cannot name where it resides; the heart, the head or the base of our spine.  Perhaps it is a romantic notion to believe in a soul.  To believe that something dwells within all of us; something otherworldly, breathtaking and sacred.  But when I read your words, I hear your spirit.

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