Oh how the soul reads
and how the soul writes
meek strokes, bold strokes
depth, superficiality
blindness, discretion
unweighed decisions, weighted choices
Desire baths the restless soul
unconsumed, unwanted
The mystery of the soul
No one can fathom
who will ever master the soul
Still no one knows
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