Dryjacket
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Haddonfield homes disassembled one by one,
every brick and stone.
I've got a gun with the serial number scratched out.
I've got a gun with the serial number scratched out.
Jilted, I've kept a safe distance.
Wait, another aspect of this story has been
misplaced and evidence is evidently missing.
Wait, another chapter has been erased.
Now you can try to keep this up for days
but where that curtain closed there's room for growing.
Take the wheel dear.
Forty people speak at once
but I hear only you.
I'm hanging on but I don't know for how long.
I've fallen off and I'm sleeping on your front lawn.
Jilted, I've kept a safe distance.
Wait, another aspect of this story has been
misplaced and evidence is evidently missing.
Wait, another chapter has been erased.
Now you can try to keep this up for days
but where that curtain closed there's room for growing.