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For when you read,
You left your soul behind,
in the chair that you were sitting in.
And then, when you had read,
A smoky wisp of softly floating air
Settled down,
in its rightful place.
When it turned numb again,
You paced around restlessly.
When you were exhausted,
You fell asleep.
SOLO
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