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World without me:
Will missing days still be as brief,
As thoughts used to travel,
From heart to mind,
Before mine unravelled?
World without me:
Will my hours be inaccessible;
Just a single line of type
As in books once burned
For their lop-sided rhymes?
World without me:
Will my stilled heart feel
Then ever as cold, as much alone
As any outcast
When far from home?
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