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The telephone was shrill with silence when I entered the room where I had heard your voice the curtains were stiff with dust the carpet faded before my eyes even the spiders were voiceless in their ceiling nooks only the plant in the corner still stirred in the breath of your recent passing I looked in vain for your face in the pale rectangles which marked where pictures had hung but you had vanished, leaving your shadow crucified on the wall -------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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