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adrift here in my cotton bubble
the world floats past
i see you standing there
so still. . .
and i am afraid to reach for you
because i do not recognize my arms
or the hands at their ends. . .
leagues away
yet that solid contact lures me
and i require these gentle tethers
for without a tie to something real
i will just fade
dissolving slowly and without sound
once more a brief glimmer
in the eye of forever
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