Rediscovered

The city isn’t picturesque

The souls, I haven’t touched

It reeks of sin here –

I’m afraid I’ll dissolve.

 

The part of my soul that was loved doesn’t exist in the absence of those who loved it.

 

I’m closed all over now.

I need to be loved anew.

 

Different souls bring out different things in you;

I just desire to be rediscovered.

 

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