on form

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a flash of yesterday, my sphere of existence

where i stand i'm visible to
my peers for today
when i look back, i see
yesterday's, smiling and waving
but they won't step closer
they see only an empty desk, and empty
chair, waiting for a new story
a few fine threads connecting
us, myself to a world in the past,
a different me from who i
remember
with an empty sense of belonging

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