Your soul
stirring in the breeze
Your soul
swaying like a bucket of bile
on a cruel wind
Your soul
lilting,
trying to escape
the awkwardness
and the uncomfortable
conversations;
more english than you can
ever imagine
Your soul
disintegrating in
front of our eyes
and you know what
I'm doing
..while all this is
going on?
Well, I'm waving...
y'know...
fond farewell,
all friendly like,
a dainty 'will not darken your
doorstep again'
look on my face
Here I am,
No, here I am.
Can't you see me?
Can't you discern me?
Come on!
I'm everywhere
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