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Please.
There is a point
Past which nothing makes sense.
Stay.

And you
You and I
Have taken that first step
Into strangeness.
Stay a while.

We speak, now,
With casual familiarity
With clipped tones
Words used to communicate

Blunt, to the point.
Please.
There is a line drawn here.
Please. Stay.

There is always (will never be) the hope of
Reconciliation, of reincarnation
Of the beautiful undertones
That characterized how we used to be.

Please.
There is a point Past which nothing makes sense.
Stay.