winter

suburban gothic

memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me:

a blanket, some matches,

this pain in my chest,

the best parts of lonely,

duct-tape and soldered wires,

new words for old desires,

and every birthday card I threw away.

-the weakerthans, “left and leaving”

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~ by gun street girl on December 22, 2010.

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