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Saturday, May 24, 2014

At me too someone is looking



Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today... Astride of a grave and a difficult birth. Down in the hole, lingeringly, the grave digger puts on the forceps. We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener. At me too someone is looking, of me too someone is saying, He is sleeping, he knows nothing, let him sleep on."




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Blogger Mirage said...

If only the dead could speak...

2:44 pm  

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