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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