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The Cynic


I live in empty spaces,

In the interstice

Of life.

Not looking for another,

I just don’t want a wife.

This is no gimmick;

I am a professional


We lead seamless lives.

One day folds to another.

And yesterdays traces are gone.

Where they go

I do not know

But memory persists.




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