Drops Of My Soul Amy Clapp Total Ridiculousness May 28, 2018June 9, 2018 I wonder….. If every teardrop that develops Instinctively glides to my soul Excises a fragment Flows swiftly down my masked facade And is lost forever? Am I doomed to ultimately Be rendered soulless? I wonder…… Will losing my soul Finally end the misunderstood anguish And set me free? I wonder…. A poem by Amy Clapp May 27, 2018 Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Published by Amy Clapp I’m such a mess on so many levels View all posts by Amy Clapp Published May 28, 2018June 9, 2018
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Hi great reading yyour post
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Thanks Eddie! I hope you enjoy some of my other missives and musings as well.
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