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Gathered outside my house
Are aliens I've known all my life.

The breeze connects us all.
Ones I've known forever.
The ones I've never known.
And the ones I've known forever
That I've never known.
And the ones I've never known 
That I've always known.

And all these eyes 
Out my window,
Forlorn and justified,
Concurrent with my own trauma.

Oh trauma, oh trauma, oh dear trauma,
Like a wounded rotting bag we can't be rid of,
How do you dance in the pale moonlight?

I close the blinds.
They ring the doorbell.
I remove the bell and they knock. 
I remove the door step,
Digging a 3 foot dirt hole 
Right in front of my own door.

Now they come down the chimney 
Like Santa Claus.

I've locked myself in the bathroom
Saying the last remaining prayers I remember.
Quietly they tap on my bathroom door,
In shrouds of hushed whispers
Like giant demonic spiders 
Trying to be polite.

Don't get me wrong, I love people.
I'm just a bit overwhelmed with all this.
It's the this and the all to be honest.
It's all the all to be super honest.
All the all has brought me to this porcelain point.
This premeditated existential limbo.

(Smash)
Oh shoot there's a window in the bathroom.
They've shattered through.
It's a lady from Xifinity. Wants to know 
If I'm tired of my old plan
And want something new?

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