In the contours of the soul,
All that is myself,
Is rightfully,
Everything that I have ever,
Desired to be.
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Tangents
PoetryIt's some kind of literary form. Quote me: k.t. Sometimes explaining something does not give it meaning, but leaves it without purpose.
All That Is and Isn't
In the contours of the soul,
All that is myself,
Is rightfully,
Everything that I have ever,
Desired to be.