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Dec 2021
Feeling the body split itself apart at the seams
and dissipate into single atoms
like tiny pixels on a screen

Only to come back to it
Having been in the middle of a task
But caught between surreal reality
and the phantom sensation of turning to sand
Someone asks a question
I smile
self-patronizing
"Sorry
I forgot what I was doing."
Written by
Finn  17/Transmasculine/MI
(17/Transmasculine/MI)   
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     Finn and misha
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