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Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that

 are all think and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them

now -- displaced they're easily more safe -- the worst of it now: I

 can't remember your face.

Please...

Return.

For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure.

 The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their

toll, and things get bent into shape... Antiseptic and tired, I can't

 remember your face.

Please...

Return.

You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old,

 you were supposed to grow old.

Return. You were supposed to return.