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My Soul

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There may have been something, but it has gone away gracefully and quietly.
My soul has abandoned me.
It wanted to be frank with me on weekends and to dance with me on a razor's edge.
It seems as if my soul has long become a stranger to me.
It will come to me in my dreams and then disappear.
It's free to roam around and stay homeless, I guess.
I have no idea where it is or where it lives.
All I see is lies upon lies.
Mirages will shimmer for a while and vanish.
And they mix oil with blood.
And they mix oil with blood.