Stops of Various Quills/Sympathy

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RIEND, neighbor, stranger,
as the case may be,
You who are sitting in the
stall next me,
And listening also to this pitiless
That says for me all that I would
not say,
And follows me, however I wind
And seems to turn my whole life
inside out:
I wonder, should I speak and be
the first
To own just where in my soul it
hurt worst,
And you revealed in yours the spot
its flame
Scorched fiercest, if it might not be
the same.