This book, when I am dead, will be
a little faint perfume of me,
people who knew me well will say,
"She really used to think that way."
I do not write it to survive
my mortal self, but, being alive
all full of curious thoughts today,
it pleases me, somehow, to say,
"this book when I am dead will be
a little faint perfume of me."
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