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Red Hands, Open Door.

Not going to run
from you,
only let go. Never
shall I banish
you, no, I will always offer
an open door.

Love me, hate
me, think me a saint
or a glutton for punishment:

dry am I
on fucks to give.

Smart enough to know
I am connected
to you, regardless…

may our red hands
clasp again.

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