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You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me. And that’s what made me see where I was going wrong; You cut me down to size, and opened up my eyes - made me realize what I could not see. And I could write it down, or spread it all around. Get lost and then get found.

And you’ll come back to me, not swallowed in the sea.


It’s empty.
What? No, no it’s not. It’s full, full to the brim, with stick to the roof of your mouth, oh, god, makes you want a glass of milk extra smooth. It’s the best bloody peanut butter I’ve ever tasted. You want some?

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