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Death in Oblivion

I know I exist
Because you imagine me
I am tall because you believe me
tall, and neat because you look at me
With good eyes
With a neat gaze.
Your thinking makes me
Smart, and in your simple
Tenderness, I am simple as well
And kind.
But if you forget me
I will stay dead without nobody
To know it. They will see my flesh alive,
But will be other man
—Dark, clumsy, bad— the one who habits it.