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Somewhere outside your circle i grow another mile. The paths become complacent. the clouds refuse to smile. Somewhere outside of your heart the way becomes unclear. There is the sense that you are close to not quite being here. Somewhere outside of your door is where all tracks begin and end. And i become a stranger in this world once again.

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