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Jan 2021
sometimes when i visit nothing
i bring a sticky note
it just says i miss you
this dimension is otherwise empty

this is where things go
to get lost:
and they succeed often

i leave quickly and
remember to wave to the
nervous stranger who enters
holding too
a sticky note in his
trembling fingers, veins beating
like tiny butterfly wings beneath
paper skin

i make sure to close the
door behind me.
Written by
sansksksksk  16/F
(16/F)   
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       Imran Islam, Thomas W Case and Exosphere
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