This is the outside, darling,
All of us and everything
Summing your experience,
On the outside all along.
You won’t go out with dying.
Everything is folded in,
And if this isn’t enough
(And when has it ever been?)
But you still hope for something,
Hope you’re folded so far in
You’re never on the outside
Of being ever again.
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