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Erica
old soul
the sead that has planted me
the tree
that sets free
all life hanging in the canopee
with long sad branches
holding on
needs love to grow
needs touch to grow
is life for me
oh old soul
shake these sour leaves
all in that he believes
beauty shines through
holds me up
is my cup
is all love
is god
just half of me
or all