Tuesday, February 26, 2013

christmas lights

the city's buildings with every few windows lit up like teeth in a 
jacko'lantern, a rotted mouth.
"i could love a place like this,
let it use up all my life in a few years and return me, weathered and 
hollow to the place i grew up. 
i could love a place like this enough to let it destroy me."


i'm not as sad as my writing because
i give it all away.

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