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Every time I leave through the door,
You leave through a door in my mind.
Every time I bite my tongue out of stress,
You hide away in subconscious edifice.
Every time my legs ache and my nerves pinch,
You dive into a deep lake, and swim into a cave, recluse.

But every time I return back home,
You climb out of the icy water, drenched, but spirited.
And every time I take off my coat and hang it out to dry,
You clothe yourself with the warmth of sentimentality.
And every time I turn off the light and lay my head to rest,
You remember, and lay your head next to mine.