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            <p>Walking along in the dark is a good way to begin a song. Walking home in the dark after a long day chasing criminals is another. Running away from an imagined evil is no way to begin a story.</p>
            <p>I am telling you this because you wanted to know what it’s like to tell <a href="window.html">something so beautiful</a> everyone will cry. I am telling you because I want you to know what it is to keep everything inside of you. I am telling you.</p>
            <p>Can you see? Can you see into me and reach in your hand and pull me inside out, like an <a href="ronaldmcdonald.html">old shirt</a>? Will you wear me until I unravel on your shoulders, will you cut me apart and use my skin to clean up the <a href="ex-machina.html">cola you spill</a> on the floor when you’re drunk?</p>
            <p>I want you to know that I want you to know. Do you want me? To know is to know. <a href="poetry-time.html">I, you want we.</a> We want. That is why we’re here. To want is to be is to want and I want you. Do you also? Check yes or no.</p>
            <p>There is a way to end every story, <a href="swansong.html">every song</a>. Every criminal must be caught. Even those who cry dry their tears. I cannot tell you all I want because I want to tell you everything. <a href="hands.html">There is no art because there is no mirror big enough.</a> We wake up every day. Sometimes we sleep.</p>
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