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In memory of myself by Paul Auster

Simply to have stopped.

As if I could begin where my voice has stopped, myself the sound of a word

I cannot speak

So much silence to be brought to life in this pensive flesh, the beating drum of words within, so many words

lost in the wide world within me, and thereby to have known that in spite of myself

I am here.

As if this were the world.

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