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I finally managed to lose my house door keys,
It’s been a week since I’ve been in
my apartment,
I want to touch everything.
I want to wash every dish
in the kitchen sink like a newborn,
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day,
Accept the fluster of lost door keys,
the hour badly spent turning over carpets.

The art of losing isn’t that hard to master,
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names,
and where it was you meant to travel, None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my best watch,
And look! my last,or next-to-last, of three loved houses went too,
The art of losing isn’t hard to master,
I lost two cities, lovely ones;
In one city,I was born,
In the other city,I lived all my life.

And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, and a continent,
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster,
– Even losing you isn’t the worst loss I’ve ever had,and I shan’t have lied,
To say that this loss too will be forgotten,
It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master,
though it may look like
disaster.

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