Light of the Soul
Her eyes are lifeless.
Her lips are colder than ice.
She's gone, and I’m free.
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Her eyes are lifeless.
Her lips are colder than ice.
She's gone, and I’m free.
More stories from Jacqueline Ortiz and writers in Poets and other communities.
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