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.#.#.#.#.# when i was  in eight  grade  i decided i .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# was dead.  my  spirit had left  my body, .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#             never to return.             .#.#.#.#.#
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.#.#.#.#.# i remember sitting in  my parents car on .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# a cloudy,  watery day,  getting  a  ride .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# somewhere.  it felt like  i  had  solved .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# some   great  puzzle.  i've   solved  no .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#            puzzles since then.           .#.#.#.#.#
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.#.#.#.#.#  instead, i've been mindlessly piloting  .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# this body around. i still  give it life, .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# somehow. like a golem, and i try not  to .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# care  too  much,  but   i  do.   it's  a .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#   contaminated golem, this one. purity   .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.# clouded  by  my  echo.  afterglow of  my .#.#.#.#.#
.#.#.#.#.#                 spirit.                  .#.#.#.#.#
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