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Microstories
02
One more dream
is one less dream.
We purr and lick our fur affectionately. I sleep peacefully.
In fifteen minutes I start the day. My mind poses an existential question: Who am I? Where am I going in my life?
As quickly as I can I dismiss that thought. It's not the day, I have to go sell my soul.
01
I can't even find you,
nor is there a reunion
I never told you how I stopped existing when we became so small.
I immersed myself in the confines of my hells and, to my surprise, you were not there. You fled from me, I from you; Thus, we cease to exist.
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