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When it is time, he snuck into my room and closed the door and stood above pushing the anxiety into my dreams like stuffing sausage links.

Every Treasure comes here, at the end of its life. It comes here and we let it know, – It’s OK to let go.

Why is it when you dance the floor goes away; Why is it when you tell me the truth the world goes away; Why come to dinner with your hands milked with blood; Why are you smiling in a time you are not needed.