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Sometimes when I wake up
I lay in bed and wonder
Just how fast I could fake
My own death
And disappear forever?
How quick could I go to some place
Nice
And live on the grid of Nature
And Write my Books
And tell my Stories
And send them, handwritten
By courier
So that I may change the World
Even if my presence remains
Physically obscure –

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