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Maybe this is nothing you haven’t heard before:
If I could never touch you again,
I’m sure I’d reason my way out of you.
I have nothing to prove.
I don’t want to prove anything to you.
We can tell that to Them,
but They want us to always prove it.
As long as They’re outside
and I stay here with you,
They won’t have to lay a hand on us.
Maybe you’ve heard these words before,
but I mean ’em all.
Really.
There are two worlds:
One sits on your front porch,
and the other surrounds you.
This is where it’s important.
Where it’s real.
That’s all.
When I’m with you, I’d rather not be dead.
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