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Just Another Tintype For A Heart Of Gold.

Updated on December 19, 2009

Just another tintype for my heart of gold.


Time tunnelled backwards

when you said goodbye,
all the warm memories

turned to frozen smiles,
polaroids became

polar androids,
frozen images,

in robotic poses,
meaning so little

to me now.

You looked different

in my scrapbook
scrap became a much

more appropriate word,
less the s of course,
so I held them up,
realizing I had been framed,
in the flash of

a bad realtionship,
blinded by it's brightness,
never seeing the real you,

the you-ser
the u-surper

that you were,
with my broken heart.

Then I burned the

captured moments,
in a wood stove

in memory of all

that I would have done

with even greater warmth

had you stayed.

Watching them curl,

much in the way

my stomach curled,
when you spit

upon our love....

and quenched the fire.



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