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Tomorrow

I am no longer indestructible
Growing older with pen in hand
My stories do not age
Just my body, soft and creasing

After death I will be here
in a way
On a shelf, in a hand-held device
Living in forms I will never see

You will not mourn me
I do not mind. I will be a part of the universe still
Swirling around you
like sunlit dust.

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