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Let us bring back the broken things

and mend our hands from the glass

cut curses of a past we can’t quite remember.

Let us quiet out the streets and the bed sheets

covered in our oil and sweat,

worn away by all the walking, and the talking, and the taking.

Let us be who we are now

by being who we were then;

a friend, a song, a drop of rain.

Let us clear out the closets

with the clutter and the dreams

given to us by strangers who never really cared at all.

Let us be free,

whatever that means.

It has always sounded like the closest thing to home I’ve ever heard.

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