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                                almost 
wept at the thought, and in my talk, of all that's inhuman 
          here
 
			
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     out on a flat sea,   a centre -
        each pleasure and happiness as if cheated.  so 
over the sea/centre edge. (just another surface - a long oblong
circle.
            the universe you   return to, 
                                                           a journey
                    without calculation
		
			
			~
 
 
no force to find or do.  but who I am or was I 
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
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