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Writer's pictureRonnie Hill

Soul Search

Why are we so hard to read?

Shaking in relief and

This soul I call a treat is

All I defeat

Things don’t seem the same for me

When the air I breathe thickens with disbelief,

why can’t I believe?

My soul is searching for a mate

And my heart just don’t agree

Maybe Its because I’m full of hate and have a taste for greed

Seen the unforeseen

A scene from the sheen of

Tears that hit my screen

leave a puddle for me to feed

This never ending dream

That I can’t see

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