The Soul My Notebooks and I
The soul, my notebooks and I
The ant lies dead in her coffin
With no one at her funeral
But I and my notebooks
And her own soul
I sat clasping
My mountains of notebooks
Firmly to my chest crying
The size of goodbye.
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