Who would call? 
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More midnight melancholy,
latent longing
tedious trepeditions.
.
My heart aches.
Is this the mental affecting the physical? 
Or the mental affecting the physical? 
Or maybe the mental affecting the physical? 
Or could it simply be that my last cigarette is upcoming? 
.
I wonder these days that, should the last verse be written for me soon,
it is quite possible few will remember this small poet.
It is not inconceivable that the world will continue to turn
just as it always has, just as it always will. 
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But the thought of simply fading away into nothing makes me sad.
There is no fate worse for someone's memory than to be forgotten.
Those we loved we cherish in our mind,
those we hated remind us to cherish our loved ones.
But what of those that just cease to be? 
They didn't do too much right or wrong.
Is this me, I wonder? 
And if it is, would people call if I ceased to be?
Just to see what had happened to me? 
I truly hope so... I would like that. 
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MdG 1-2-2003


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