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The tales surround us
Burying us deep
Until we catch up to them again
Hoarding a life of repeats.
Washing dishes 'til dawn
Filling in the dots
Of the doors we've never opened
Merely tidying up the rot.
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We go through the patterns
Day in and day out
Hoping the cycle soon breaks
Before the leaks sprout.
We waltz with our ghosts
Afraid to toe the line
Announcing our habits
Smearing the spilled wine.
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The tales surround us
Burying us alive
We turned out like them, again
Maybe one day you'll survive.
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