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Poetry

Let me in.

this is the end
but not like you think
you were the one i loved
but not like you think.

and you want it more than me?
you want it more than me?
are you seriously
thinking
this
way?

fuck you.

and now we stand at a standstill
of nothing
because you think you have the upper hand.
you have no idea what i’m saying.
but they do–
they do.

Every once in awhile i remember the tour.
i remember the salem’s lot.
i remember a lot.
just not them.