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Behind a sheet of clouds 
as if it were cold, the sun. 
In a moment I will have had 
some other experience. 

Hunger hits. Food will make it disappear, I will disappear and then return. I am thinking

of somewhere I used to went, someone I used to knew. Now I am drinking coffee in a room called which?

This is not to say I do not know, do not go on when you leave. I have left my keys somewhere, where

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