MATTER, I AM ABSENT OF YOU
Gold-dust twins? Never again. We are
separated now, by far. The link of a
cogitation betwixt two minds is over.
I can walk to Carolina. I can walk to
Tennessee. 'Tis new and noble calling
for me. Let me listen, one more time,
and all along this way, to the things I
will be missing : That factory shout,
that bird singing out, the fall of a
leaf from a tree.
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