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just pretending
dust gathers us
in a house of paper
so many names
the disappeared
time runs backwards to
it's not a place
whoever lived in a story is here
all the broken hearts and the mended
a list of fears
gone missing
why are we?
how far will we read?
there isn't a password
the garden is waiting
with what you want now
the past is alive
it's never the same
but it's the story
beginning again
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