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Istanbul, I’m lost again.

This time abroad, without a friend.

You’ve taken and shaken what little faith,

Torment and torture inside my face,

Where will I seek reflection so far from home?

Wander your streets and search for known.

I am myself, but some different

Your air and sea is not content.

Noise and noise inside my head,

You have no remorse as if I am dead.

Your heart is cold and mine is gone

The hug feels like I don’t belong

And I’m confused

What is your love?