real west
periodic poetry
7.07.2010
Dead House
Yesterday
It rained
And then it stopped
I was waiting for you
In a bar
You know
All of this
I got drunk
You never showed up
I drove home
Burned the house
Down
You came by
Said
What’s wrong
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