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I have been wrapped up in the begets. 

My hands don’t find you. 

You are right here. 

I can’t smell you.

I thought it might be one elaborate lie. 

I did not recognize you like that. 

Where is your beard? 

Nothing gets stopped in time. 

We are afraid of our clocks. 

I can see the neon sign for your hotel

From here. 

I’m at work cutting the stitches out of dogs. 

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