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Edgar Whitman Wilde
Poems
Mar 2012
Death
Colors bleed seeping into a mist that seems to be approaching
There is a feeling that is capacious and transporting
I have no sense of loss. I miss no-one, not even myself
Because for some unknown reason I cannot remember who I am.
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