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 All the things that I ran from 
I now bring as close to me as I can 
Ripping hotel sheets with gritted teeth 
My montage of lost things 
My shiny trinkets of grief. 
Why don't you give me a call? 
Open my mouth, yes, I'll take it all 
All this work gone to waste 
You make me climb, then you shut the gate. 
 
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