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In the stillness of longing the memories hurt,  

the for sale signs half swinging, 

half screeching in pain.

the windows boarded up

like a mouth stitched shut,

blood running down and 

scars that will always remain.

You left me here on this road

tire screams still visable

as you burned out, 

waiting for me to burn down.

I am shackled to reality

as you wash clean of your blunders

and force me to bite down every last reminiscence. 

You took me by the hand

led me to some far away land

and watched as I drowned

in the dreamland of tomorrow 

and cry the droplets of blood from yesterday.