I know of a soul.
But I chose to be one.
In reality, I knew no one.
But, in the imaginative world, I know someone.
I have learnt how to create this soul.
But to birth, it to the world in humans is the issue.
Because I have already birthed it in my Lili moment.
In my imagination, I feel alive and real.
And in reality, I feel weak and booted.
I need that harp once more.
That my soul might rejoice via the stream of life.
Pay me not, I pray you.
For I am full of substance and vessel.
For in her, second nature was birthed.
The unseen nature.
But the issue is that not everyone can feel her.
Though, the creator feels her.
I remain loyal to you, MY LOVE.

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