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All around me
pervades the sense
of decay, wear and tear
and uncaring, oblivious
to passage of time
I wonder if
I too am part
of this allencompassing
drama of denial:
everything's fine,
just the way it ought to be.
I know there are
things that
you can never
run away from.
The inevitable
slow death
takes over.
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