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Echoes of My Soul By: Similafleur


Painted their soul with my flowers.
Left my prints on their canvas.


Their rough lines, I made into edges
Cracks I filled with my energy.


I wanted them to be art.
I made them my art.


I gave too much.
They left me empty.

©Similafleur

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