• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 11
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The Lost Soul

When the light bends
    in the morning,
        at the break of dawn.
            In a place and time—
                suspended in the unknown.

When I was left bereft
    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.