Poison and nectar, both on the same tongue. A feed that never stops asking to be fed. Rain that turns a whole street into a memory. And countless other things, seen and unseen.
The Poetic Soul is about us — all of it. The parts we confess and the parts we perform. Original songs and short spoken pieces that look for the real mechanism inside a moment — whether it's a myth, a bad habit, or just the sound of rain on a tin roof.
Not one mood. Not one story. Just us, looked at closely.
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