Through out time immorial
and yes there has been belief
about a soul
that resided once
in the center of a forehead
as tough as a stone
that could take the whet
of eleven thousand poundings
one may say tentively
that the soul is a woman
moving through elocutions of some divinity
that has no platform
but for the tremendous Life
of a certain scurriers
who have done nothing ill in their lives/
i wish you had known her
Samantha, dear
do you still exist
or were you some made up figment
used to drive me back to sanity
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