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“Step through the window
The door is locked.”
she taught me
There is always another way in
You just need to look
Always the most lucid of my friends
I could see through her
And knew I was dreaming
Every time I looked real hard
I saw her escape route
Out the back door
She told me that she was
The door itself
And I figured she meant metaphorically
But you never know
With the way she opened to everyone
And the way she creaked in the wind
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who am I to refuse the universe?
-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
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