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Why Things Don't Think Of Us, Too,
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Why not let troubled things talk and hold council with you? Or do you relish the birth-pangs' banging between clashes? Things can't talk, yes, or can they? ! You may only proffer your own fantasy To give them a mouth-piece? What are we then? Just simply a piece of flesh, sensing the numbness of the chair we sit on? Or are we the brain in the chair? ! I found it not to be a madman's pass-time, only, to let things talk to me through myself:
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