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You will lose everything: try not to flinch.
The cigarette case, the frying pan, your fire:
your tribe, your family, your face, your home.

You will lose everything: try not to cry.
Your love, your reason, your safe and well known harbours:
the cigarette season, your house and heart.

You will lose everything now: go find your armour.
Wear it slowly, shed sentiment, your sanctuary.
Remember winter, stones, and devil's bargains:
the road and your promise, inch by inch.

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