Whenever two are gathered
And yet he and I make two
A circle small enough
To contain all others
Whenever we call their names
And the names we have forgotten
That used to be ours
And still I call his name
You whoever I used to be
Whenever he is in me
And you the others are in me
Because of him
And evil stands at the door
Knocking and we have let it in
To sit and speak with him
While we can only listen in
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