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Stephen Hawking
The empty chair
no figure slouched
synthetic voice
from frozen mouth
a muscle moving in the cheek
the intellect that was so deep
the black hole of his disability
universes child now spirit free
no figure slouched
synthetic voice
from frozen mouth
a muscle moving in the cheek
the intellect that was so deep
the black hole of his disability
universes child now spirit free
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