Now that you've gone away you'll change your name.
If I've seen it once, I've seen it a thousand times. Actually,
I've never seen it but I know enough to know what to expect.
When we meet again, I won't even know you,
you'll have a different face and everything.
Harsh weather is a crucible.
The pigeons here are slowly becoming monstrous.
Two weeks may not be enough.
Wherever I go, you'll still go there with me.
First your absence, then the hypostatizing specter of your return.
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