A Bottled Soul

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Her soul is fragile as a flower,

Immovable as a mountain,

As pure as summer rain.


She holds it close,

As if its in a bottle,

To be seen but never touched.


She wonders as they pass her by,

Why they never take notice

Of all that she has to offer?


She holds her soul in a bottle,

If only she would release it,

For all the world to see her beauty.


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