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Booked volume 10
Little Soul by Lea May Galimba
Little soul, there is a melancholy in the depths of your pitch-black eyes. Sorrow as mysterious as the dark. Vexation leashed amidst the midnight's twilight skies. You are a lost soul, living along with the sunsets. As darkness prevails, your sobs resonate in the horizon of the seas.
Yet as the dawn crouches, why are you shrouding your grim silhouette? Gone are the bloodshot orbs, squishy laughter echoed in the dullness of place. Soul unleashed into the pristine ocean of deep. Little soul! Little soul! You are a dull piece of poetry written by bleeding quill. Yet words put into a rhythm of a punk rock music that hides a thousand bleaks.
