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I cascade into memory
blooming in this quietude;
tangled in the thought of you
My heart drops like a stone.
This is alone.
I have become unknown
to you and all your ways,
but the weight of you still
seeps into my soul.
Hole of a whole.
Filling in the shape of you,
a vast and empty space
of which I am on the precipice, the ledge
step off the edge…

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