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The  Soul











                                                                  Llff  FR0/'4  A  ~RAVf
                                                                  SLO\JLY  A\JAI<ENINC ...
                                                                  LifE TIME'S  SHORT-
                                                                  AND 'WISHED  T AI<.EN  fOR  GRANTED-
                                                                  \JERE NEVER GRANTED.
                                                                  THE  HEART  IS 'WEAl<
                                                                  IT GAVE  LOVE  AND NEVER  RECEIVED
                                                                  ALL ENERGY  PUMP  fROM  THE SOUL
                                                                  AND ALL IS LEfT IS A  STILL, COLD  BODY.
                                                                  THE MOIST-fROZEN  DIRT 'WRAPPED  ITSELf
                                                                     AROUND  THE  DEATH  COCOON  CASE.
                                                                  'WORMS  AND  MAGGOTS EATING AND LOVING  IT
                                                                     ALL
                                                                  ARE  THOSE  THE LifE fORMS  THAT  GIVE  ME  LOVE?

                                                                  THE HOLE  IS COVERED
                                                                  fLO\JERS  ARE  TOSSED
                                                                  TEARS  ARE  ABSORBED
                                                                  AND THE CARCASS GRO\JS.
                                                                  LifE IS fORMED  fROM  LifE.
                                                                  THE  GRASS CRO\J S
                                                                  OffSPRINGS  PRODUCE
                                                                  AND I  LAY UPON  MY  GRAVE
                                                                        AND 'WATCH  LlfES TIME'S  SHORT.
                                                                        BY JENNifER  AYMOND








































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