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As long as you read this poem I will be writing it. I am writing it here and now before your eyes, although
you can't see me. Perhaps you'll dismiss this as a verbal trick, the joke is you're wrong; the real trick is
your pretending this is something fixed and solid, external to us both. I tell you better: I will keep
on writing this poem for you even after I'm dead.
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