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Now its years since your body went flat

and even memories of that

are all think and dull,

all gravel and glass.

But who needs them now

displaced they're easily more safe

the worst of it now: I can't remember your face.

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For a while, with the vertigo cured,

we were alive we were pure.

The void took the shape

of all that you were,

but years take their toll,

and things get bent into shape...

Antiseptic and tired,

I can't remember your face.

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You were supposed to grow old.

You were supposed to grow old.

Reckless, unfrightened, and old,

you were supposed to grow old.

you were supposed to grow old.

you were supposed to grow old.

you were supposed to grow old.

Return. Return.

You were supposed to return.

You were supposed to return.