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When I get born
back out of this illusion
another will take its place.
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You'll be the nail
and I'll be the hammer.
I'll be the nail
and you'll be the hammer.
The Woods will be
whatever
we get stuck in.
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Between us
now as before
air, suddenly warm,
heated atoms
iron peaks,
no more,
no less.
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