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Bring me back in shackles,
hang me long out in the sun,
exonerate me. forget about me.
I recommend measures for ending it.
Lover, she simply slammed the door.
She said, "you're gonna miss me.
Wait and you'll see,"
fully and completely.
I ponder the endlessness of the stars,
ignoring said same of my father.
Either it'll move me
or it'll move right through me;
fully. completely.
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