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I'm sure of nothing else but loneliness.
And darkness. Here is such black as stuffs a tomb
Or merely midnight in an unshared room.
Holding my breath for fear my breath is gone,
unmoving and afraid to try to move,
Knowing only you have somehow left my side,
I lie here. Wondering which of us have died. - Peter Viereck.
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