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Dimension
Dimensions
I see you as you really are
a shadow, a ghost.
No substance, just
an empty shroud.
Where did our love go
after all of these years?
Perhaps you occupy a
different dimension.
Neither here nor there,
in multiple places at once.
Schrodinger’s cat has
nothing on you.
I try to touch you, but my
hand returns empty.
All of the promises you made
are nothing but a hollow form.
Copyright ©
Oliver Mckeithan
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