Snail

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As I write these words I ponder how soon I will forget these words and what I have to say and why I feel like writing this and what my pen feels like scratching away on the notebook leaning against my legs as I lie here in silence next to the dog whose name I will forget 157,680,000 seconds away from now and by then none of it will matter   These words I write, why I decided to write them, none of it will matter
in the absence of the sun
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