My Prison Souls
Disconnected













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Disconnected

 

I want to purge my soul of this information

that I've been carrying around like a

ton of bricks weighing down my spine,

my stomach, my heart, my head,

my feet.

I want to learn what this information is,

where it originates, how to access it freely.

I want a mediator between my selves,

someone to "learn" them that we

can ALL get along and co-exist.

I want to know what seas we've sailed upon,

what skies we've flown, what mountains

we've climbed, what deserts we've crossed.

I want to re-connect, and I'm paying the toll.

Copyright Heather Prudence Davis































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