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Miss Lacey Lane’s eighty-eight years old. They don’t allow pets at the retirement home. She leaves her window open in the frigid cold, and the pigeons fly in for her dinner rolls.
Open, open, open your arms to me, groping through the cold and the dark with me. I’m hoping at the far end that you will see your way to open, open, open your heart to me.
I traveled the width of the continent, and in the transition I lost my friends. This new city glimmers like ruby rocks, and I walk the streets lost like an orphaned sock.
Open, open, open...
She believes that if you’re worth talking to, you’ll have a list of sycophants watching you and a song in some ad for some running shoe that says to just do what you never thought you’d do.