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Former Sweetheart

 

 

 

      My car kept running,

  I heard the Pioneers playing "Chicago",

but not even Sufjan

could lift this...

 

 

         We pulled over in a slow dive.

          Crawling out reluctantly,

            we then stood not facing each other,

        but a quarter to the road.

     Cars can move more than wind at high speeds.

   They crash more than steel and bone.

Feelings are often casualities to both...

 

        Under a cold streetlamp,

  you reminded us of mutual failures,

 

but we'll still keep in touch.

 

 

I don't want a band-aid, bitterheart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Dalaney gold member
    October 2, 2008

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    "Under a cold streetlamp,
    you reminded us of mutual failures,
    but we'll still keep in touch."

    damn. i just love that. thank you
    so much for entering Love, Lane