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mr nothing lived a solitary life
spiced with a dose of word
supplements taken from a speechless jar
and a daily granite mile that avoids
infected armrests and door handles

sometimes the poet called him
with an adage or a dirge sometimes
there was only the flutter
of the turning pages
there was no wind though

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