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In going from
room to room in the dark,
I reached out blindly to
save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms in an arc.
A slim door
got in past my guard,
And hit me a blow in the head
so hard
I had my native simile jarred.
So people
and things don't pair any more
With what they used to
pair with before.
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