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Souls of the Spirits

Someday I hope I’ll come home to spiritS
Pacing my yard or taking a naP
Inspiring one another with pretty graffitI
Roguely and lazily painted on the bedroom flooR
Inciting doubts with tales of the origin of the alveolI
Till sunset, downing shot after shoT
Stories and laughter flowing from their empty soulS

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