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Upon Disappearing
I’m not quite sure
when it was I disappeared
the precise moment, minute, hour
I only know that one day
it happened
I ceased to exist
to count,
to matter,
to be.
Nobody told me so,
the milkman still knocked,
neighbours still smiled,
kettles still boiled,
and children still cried,
but somewhere, somehow
someone flicked a switch
...
Sunday 9th January 2011 3:38 pm
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