Touchless

Krakow, December 2021
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Touchless

I am bits and pieces of everyone I've interacted with
I am bits and pieces of my own soul
Bits and pieces
That's what you turned me into

No connection
No touch
A dying feeling
Burning down

I'll always be soft for you
And that's my problem
Blue
Like my soul
A heavy toll

No longer for you
To mistreat
As you see fit
When your winds guide to it