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the stairs to the left were the best onesthe steps that I judge till the last onerising above all the words they can't explainwhen we were kids we could fake itlove was our favorite new blanketcotton holes too tight to escapenow I live alone with thisthe kiss goodnight was meant to missstriking out when I can't keep us safesomeday you'll die alone with hima picket fence to box you insix feet under was still six feet above meI thought you'd be where you wanted to be by now... From Letras Mania