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  • Dear Grim,

    Dear Grim,

    connections subside,the thread breaks,what’s holding me afloat, now? a translucent figurine arises,in the clouds- floats awaywait! no more, no longer. searched for autumn leaves,sketchy trees,they don’t call me no more- so, what does?nothing. I’m aloof. Dear grim,the thread-it already broke. Finally, I come home.

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