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This is how he entered
How he came in
With an open heart and his eyes wide
A rubber in his pocket
With odd socks, and a skip in his step
In an ill-fitting suit with something up his sleeve
A sliver of a dream, a last chance
And the fear in his eyes of how dear it was held

This is how he entered
How he came in
Falling from the back of a transit van
Crumpled, desperate for relief from the humdrum
Each step a story, a song in the making
Each step cemented the leaving
The broken hearts left behind
They were just material to him
And how they would come to pursue him
How they would eventually come to drag him back there

This is how he entered
How he came in
With his hair combed he stood in the doorway
Like a lost dog holding his missing poster
Just to be sure - to be sure everyone knew just how lost he was
Telling his story he broke onions and sang songs
The street walkers carol
Soft tissue
The fear of emptiness
Planting holes to grow some money
These were his songs
And this was how he came in

This was how he entered
How he came in
With chips in his pocket
Just waiting for the chance to get into the game
With his hair combed and the checks on his shirt just right
He sang of it but knew nothing of it
A house of cards by an open window
Bag of fragments
An unsolvable puzzle
He knew nothing of what you needed from him
He knew nothing of giving
He only knew of his desires
He only knew of that moment

This is how he entered
This is how he came in

This is how he entered
How he came in

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