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Jul 2014
When I drive by your house
So white its striking
How can you paint over me like I'm a stain when your eyes used to give me the round glossy sympathy of a scared little bird
Do you still think about me when you vacuum your carpets?
Or when you drive you car that guzzles gas as fast as I can guzzle enough liquor to chase away what we used to talk about on Fridays
Now you can get away from me as fast as you can scroll your mouse away from my friend request
You told me you would do whatever you could
And it kills me to think that offer only lasted until I threw my cap
You were gone before I caught it
I dream about you so much
I'm forgetting the sound of your voice
And the shape of your nose
But no matter how hard I try I can't forget the way you ran your fingers through your silky hair
Bride of Frankenstein,
I see you changing eyes
Do you remember anything about me?
Or was it all my laboratory invention
Dressed in amniotic fluids, laced with sparks of electricity
Brought to life in my dreams that will never be reciprocated
I'll follow you to the land of ice and snow just to ignite myself to ashes that will freeze under your feet
Allison Harsh
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