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Kunama 1971


Dying


I'm dying.
The world is far away, or so it seems.
They don't tell you that you're about to go,
But the feeling is unrevealing.
Spooky, it seems, but so realistic.
Queer.
Myself nomore, in feeling and body.
But my soul,
Oh, the pain lives through the sorrows
of the next world to come.

Margaret Rolfe 54


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