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Poetic Version- a Buried Soul

a buried soul


she is not alive, even though whoop
women without reflection seen
with lost value in this world
she roams on streets seen

dying from inside shown to be robust
and everybody thought she has no delusion
the mystery of her soul did not iron out by anyone
spawn a hell for her can be seen

battling each day, for being alive one day
buried soul of her finds now no policy
she propels her at the top and clears the way
accord a pat on her back along the way