Category : Poems

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My body is my prison and my soul is the inmate. 
Sometimes when my body sleeps, my soul escapes. 
It drifts to realms unknown, and when the sun comes up, my soul comes back home. 
But no matter where it goes, no matter what it sees, it can never leave, it's chained, stuck to me. 
until the day it's reaper hands over the keys, it's marking down the days. 
I'll miss it when it leaves...