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Is pain here to stay?

How do you keep it away?

And when he visits you

What do you treat him?

Some hot coffee and cookies?

Or do you show him to the door

Saying "Some other day"

"But not today"

Not today...

He came again to sleep on my doorstep

But I didn't dare open the door to him

I pretended I didn't see him

And I curled up in my big armchair

Wrapped in my warm blanket

That sometimes touches the dusty floor

Like my heart

It's warm and big

That sometimes touches the dirty floor where others 

So recklessly step on

And on my blanket-heart

And they make it a mess

A dirty, stepped over mess

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