soft soulful spirits
shift surreptitiously.
serene silent solitude,
shattered soliloquies
smoking, shifting.
sunlight streams slowly,
shutters sequentially suspect
shifting spirits sobbing.
seven saddened souls
searching synonyms--
situational spirals--
sonorous similarities
singing sweet songs.
soft soulful spirits
serpentine subconsciously
surrender salvage--
sacred sympathies.
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