There was a man
who ran away
when nobody pursued.
He chased himself
out of all love
to live in solitude.
His family knew
of him by guess
or by the bland postcard.
He never came
to funerals.
He claimed they were too hard.
It came to pass
his heart grew weak
from fatty mortal care.
And no one knew
the ending of
the man who wasn't there.
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