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Books on the shelf, next to them the other books.

I am sitting by the table, playing with a compass.

Jacob, why do you have not a desire, to go downstairs, sit around the table, with us?
My mother asked.

Jacob did not answer.

I am playing with a, turning, compass, do not think about my mother’s words
Even though life is so short.

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Hello, Jakub,
Interesting poem! I get both introspective feelings from studying the compass, and also the sense that life is short, so be aware of your family and those around you. I wonder about the an egoist ever not concerned about "self"? Are both words necessary?
Thank you!

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