in and out of doorframes, it´s just a brief smile and then we´re in the company of white walls and strangers again, old departures welling up, you´re moving out of focus, fading away from view, getting smaller and smaller, into the void, blackened nothing, seems i´m all distance and time lost, i´m the great disappearer, every step is a separation now, putting more miles between us, mixing memory and desire, and it´s going to be a cold and lonely winter, a year with no light and a long, long way from home, in the company of white walls, half hearts in its chest, we crawl in and out of empty beds and sing ourselves to sleep in cold, cold sheets and wake up all alone, this is no kind of home.

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