- Vol. 07
- Chapter 11
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Image by Helen Marten
The Lost Soul
When the light bends
in the morning,
at the break of dawn.
In a place and time—
suspended in the unknown.
of something never felt.
Yearning to find things,
that I had once missed—
but already forgotten. When scattered memories
and a jar of trinkets,
awakens my lost soul.
Imploring my frozen heart—
to find its way home.