Soul of My Beloved

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rom the ground and began to gnaw on me. Blood mixed with rainwater trickled down the soil, winding its way to the road. A street cleaner discovered it and

drives someone to d

had been a woman who loved beauty, but in death, I had become so ugly. There was n

is she doing now? Is she eating well? If she knew I was dead, would she

d marks on it. A cake? My heart suddenly ached. I floated over to the cake. You could just make out two li

o touch it, but my hand went r