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Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that

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are all think and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them

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now -- displaced they're easily more safe -- the worst of it now: I

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can't remember your face.







Please...

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Return. 





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For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure.

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The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their 

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toll, and things get bent into shape... Antiseptic and tired, I can't 

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remember your face. 







Please...

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Return. 





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You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old, 

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you were supposed to grow old. 





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Return. You were supposed to return.