DATE ME
Date me in your sourcebook as dead and gone.
Remove my name with a brittle, hard eraser; as it
breaks off in clumps, let it leave its smudge. Forget
that I came by : the ghost of whatever it was I may
have been is dispersed to nothing. I have a cabin
in the high woods which no one will ever find. Be
off. Stop your looking and stop your crying.
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