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Dec 2010
When I pronounce the word 'Future'
The first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word 'Silence'
I destroy it.
When I pronounce the word 'Nothing'
I make something no non-being can hold.
By:  Wislawa Szymborka
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