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Walk me through
Your day; just
Give me a glimpse
And send me
On your way;
Let me see
How you perceive
The inter-
We take for granted,
But you seem
To hold on to and
Turn into torture.

Take me through
Your nights; just
Give me a list
Of the repetitions,
so I can tell you
The shad-
Behind you
Are what move you, not
Your limbs or
Your forced grins or
Recollections of better times.

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