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#.#.#.#..# I Used To Be A Goth, In My Youth, Doing  .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.## Crimes Mostly From Or In My Beloved And  .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#  Trusted Car, And Sometimes My Mothers   .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##   Barn. We Lived Just Outside Town, A    .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#   Grove At The End Of A Dirt Road, And   .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##  The Barn Was Placed So You Could Just   .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..# Make Out The Surrounding Fields Through  .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##                The Trees.                .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#                                          .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##   My Car Was Black And Loud, Both The    .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#    Engine And The Way The Parts Didn'T   .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##     Really Stick Together. I Took My     .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#  Crimefriend For Rides, In The Dark, The .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##   Eternal Dark That Seemed To Surround   .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#   Us. She Seemed To Cast This Veil Over  .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##  Everything. Her Black Skirt Reached To  .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#   Her Knees But Then Somehow Also Back   .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##  Around, Enveloping All My Memories Of   .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#            Our Time Together.            .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##                                          .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#   There Was Blood Everywhere. Sometimes  .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##  The Blood Was Her Red Lipstick Or Her   .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..# Checkered Shirt. She Was On Television.  .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##      We Did Crime, And We Made Weird     .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#  Structures In The Barn, Tall Pillars Of .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##  Dark Wood, Ladders And Plateaus, Fires  .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#  And Fairy Lights. We Would Sleep There  .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##  And Drink There And She Would Go In The .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#               Television.                .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##                                          .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..# And Then The Sun Came Out, And She Went  .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##  Away. Everything Changed... I Yearned,  .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#   And The World Became Dull Around Me.   .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##                                          .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#    I Stopped Doing Crime, Except When    .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##  Necessarry. Things Somehow Seemed Like  .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#  They Were Allright, Moulded In Place,   .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##   And I Loathed It ------ I Missed Her   .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#                 So Much.                 .#..#.#.#.
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#.#.#.#.##             =====... ...=====            .#.##.#.#.
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#.#.#.#.##                                          .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#  I Searched For Her, But Nobody Had Any  .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##    Memories Of Her. Not So Much Of Me    .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#  Either, From The Time We Were Together. .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##  My Mother Said I Kept To Myself In The  .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#           Barn, Or In The Car.           .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##                                          .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#      Sometimes I Could Still See Her     .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##    Flashing By On The Tv In The Barn.    .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#     Everything Was Black Then, For A     .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##  Moment. I Remembered Her Laugh And Knew .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#   We Had Done Crimes Together, That It   .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##             Had Been Real...             .#.##.#.#.
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#.#.#.#..#                                          .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##    I Died By Getting Shot In The Head    .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#  While Ramming The Fence To A Military   .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##   Facility. By This Time They Had Been   .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#    Chasing Me For Days. I Lost Control   .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##   Over The Car, Crashed It Into A Rock   .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#    Wall And Flew Out The Windshield.     .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##                                          .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#  And Then I Got Up, And Looked Around.   .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##   It Was Dark, Where It Previously Had   .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#    Been A Bright Day. Around Me Where    .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##    Dozens Of Crashed Cars, All My Car,   .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#              Some On Fire.               .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##                                          .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#        The Ground Was Sticky, Red.       .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##                                          .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..#   And Then I Realized That I Knew This   .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##     Darkness. I Knew The Way The Sky     .#.##.#.#.
#.#.#.#..# Touched The Ground. This Was Her Doing!  .#..#.#.#.
#.#.#.#.##              She Was Here!               .#.##.#.#.
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