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The world will keep trudging through time without us
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The night thick enough
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but how will we, still alive, socialize
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What if we stood up with our synapses and flesh and said, No.
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Whatever happens,
and will not leave,—Wendell Berry
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Whisper into my hair:
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I can’t say which
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I’ve shot my arrow
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let there
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You stand up
