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Letters from me
There is a light on in the hallway
up broken stairs
to a broken room
and a candle burning past the open doorway
burning in my room
there is a grim shadow of the chair on my wall
bending in the afternoon
by the hour
the clock begins to fall
the light burning
surrounded by letters from me
a constant dullness of surroundings
and constant static on my t.v.
I go outside on my own two feet
on black asphalt
driving down a darkened street
surrounded by letters I always meant to send
knowing how each road bends
but never knowing how this relationship would end
waking up with a siren and police lights surrounding my car
they know I’m guilty
by looking at me
with my black eyes shaded and an empty scar
of my feelings for you
peering out my cell window
light bending shadows in the afternoon
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