memories of the soul

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memories of the soul

I've got this ache in my chest
 its as an anoying as a pest.
 almost an empty whole thats missing something.
like a memory that should have happened.
something missing from my soul.
 almost as if i'm trying to recall whats missing.
and as my heart speaks, i am listening.
but i'm left with hints and flashbacks.
trying to decipher this code.
these memories that i'm suppose to find but they've been stode.
i couldnt tell you what im looking for exactly, its hard to explain.
But im still getting this ache in my chest , almost a pain.

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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