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  "publishedAt": "2026-05-17T19:15:36.349Z",
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  "textContent": "I felt a funeral in my brain,\nand mourners crossing through,\ntreading, treading, till it seemed\nmy senses slipped from view.\n\nAnd when they all were seated there,\na service like a drum\nbegan to beat, and beat, until\nmy mind grew cold and numb.\n\nThen I heard them lift the lid,\nand scrape across my soul\nwith boots of lead, again, again—\nand space began to fold.\n\nAs if the heavens were a bell,\nand being but an ear,\nand I and silence, strange and wrecked,\nwere stranded alone here.\n\nThen broke a plank within my mind,\nand down through floors I fell;\nand every floor became a world—\nthen knowing ended well.",
  "title": "Note #10",
  "updatedAt": "2026-05-17T06:48:59.000Z"
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