Nephesh
 

There was a price on my soul,

and it
came at the cost of

all my
indiscretions.

Moving further and further

from the
creator I was lost.

My soul resided in a rotting

shell that
was decaying

and becoming
inhospitable.

Escaping through the eyes.

Shadowed in my despair

longing to be
one again.

You held my hand through

my troubles
and cradled my

body until I had healed
and

became whole and we became


one.


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