I'm writing left-handed, my notes are readable.
I write over and over; "I want out, help me".
There's a merry-go-round and the music is off-key, the animals are wrong.
A cave; an entrance to another world.
Kiki is fading, not dying, just fading. She's not the color of black coffee anymore.
Back to the cave, I pick up a small, smooth rock and put it in your pocket for safe-keeping.
You smile at me and reach out to take my hand. I disappear and you are left alone, looking for me.
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