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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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