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soulbound? soulbound.
lonely, distant, cold
homesick.
those are the feelings that tell me
that I am here again.
it isn't dysphoria but this body is not mine
seconds ago I flew
and now I hide, while you take my place
waiting for you
to find him here.
your body and life is so foreign to me
why a spark plug on your desk?
why an empty candle holder on its side?
there are all these questions that I mean to ask
but you remain silent, able to fly in my world
homesick.
those are the feelings that tell me
that I am here again.
it isn't dysphoria but this body is not mine
seconds ago I flew
and now I hide, while you take my place
waiting for you
to find him here.
your body and life is so foreign to me
why a spark plug on your desk?
why an empty candle holder on its side?
there are all these questions that I mean to ask
but you remain silent, able to fly in my world
Published 20th Aug 2018
Author's Note
This /technically/ wasn't written by me. It was written by one of my soulbonds, years ago. But she's probably dead now, so in her honour I'll post it again. (Reuploaded from my old account.)
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