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Buffalo, NY,
I killed the only girl i've ever loved.

In giving in to the sight of the flames
Alison, dying slowly while the phone rings
The metal glint of messed up teeth mashing
Animal noises.

(The only conversations we could manage
played out like a silent explosion)

The heavy hearted feeling of our parents houses


Loneliness- with his arms linked to ours
A sad and messy dance for silence
And Alison, sitting worn and empty on the kitchen floor.