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A week of drinking every night brought me back to your door
the pull of its handle, the seams where you lost your keys in the floor

I shuddered and stammered through a voice box by the locks
you told me I had no more need to knock

Buzzed the door open and the can of worms came with
Nothing occurs smoothly when I hadn't thought of
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