turnpike gates.
she was trying to be me,
isn’t it funny she writes me better than i could?
and takes you somewhere far off that makes you wonder
why did she write this?
and then you found out.
it was me
behind the words reminding you of your favorite bands
miserable. useless.
you know the rest.
on a constant quest
for the treasure trove of your love.
missing you to death.
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