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My world is narrowed down to one tiny dot

Small and comfy, a universe in a cup

But the world is saucers and glasses, chinas and crystals

And I am one cup, alone but at home

My days are routine and impulses are rare

I think what I think; I say what I say

And when speech fails me, silence is golden

But the world is subtleties and double entendres

And I am plain words, intent on content

My life is a straight line, an index in time

I think. I live. I exist.

And when I am no longer, I am nill

But the world is legends of those long past

And I am faded. I am dust. I was but no longer.

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