Will I crumple up and die?
Will others mourn their loss?
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How will other react?
Every moment seems
Lost under the cybernetic skies
Little experiences connected by the frayed cords
Of a dusty computer
People disappear
Often becoming nothing of their former selves
Every photo to cling to, but never a soul.
Tangents creating a cohesive line from a
Ring encircling our world,
Yet snapped by your disappearance
...
Can't perceive a name
Only dashes
My head won't remember your name
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An Acrostic poem based on an experience.
