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Anna, get up
Remember
Loneliness is still time spent
With the world
Here's the room with everyone in it.
Your dead friends passing through you
Like wind
Through a wind chime
Don't be afraid Anna
The end of the road is so far ahead

It is already
Behind us.




Just looking at the pictures on the wall. Realize after these years none of you have one with me. Slowly pealing them down, like a bandaid.