Who will I be, if I am there? Where would I go, if I was forgotten? I have too many voices, each a whole tied to another whole. Where will I be, when I remember? Don't remember me. Don't give me a voice. I'll hide behind a mirror. I'll be gone. What is the question? Where am I, when the question is asked? I'll be there, where the answers float. I'll go on, if you stop listening. I'll go on, if you stop reading. I can't say more, I'll say more.
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