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Can we just pull the plug? Let’s all go home.
I‘m sick to my stomach, you're pale as a ghost.
You cannot handle another Minnesota winter alone.

Take the shortcut.
It’s hard to bounce back
When you’ve ran out of luck.
Pull the thread, unwind your head.
Twirl a mess until there is nothing left.

Ramble and reminisce.
I will listen.
Making love in the parking lots.
Drunk on the sidewalks.
Everybody runs when someone yells “Cops!"

Spit it out of your mouth while you still can.
I’m on my way out.

I’ll give you a Hallmark get well soon card.
Slide it under your front door.
Don’t break your back when you bend
To pick it off the floor.
In the end, it’s just words on cardboard
That can never fix your cancer.
It’s the awful truth, but that’s how life goes.

An envelope could never fix you,
But it’s strange how I like to think so.

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