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As Usual

Some gates are closed, others are open I passed them all I lived inside The postcard views where as a postman I brought your package every night Check your emails if there’s a new Stifting a yawn you find the one In haste you almost read it through Replying with a glint of sun Meanwhile the coffee smells of morning You open up the garden door The flowers grow without a warning As usual, as they did before.

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