Victor Holk

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I rode my bicycle
to the place where we used to hide out
they said it had burned down

I saw that old porch swing
where we swung away our memories
the ones that had burned down

and I saw them move those tattered bricks
that held my memories
and I saw them move those blood stained bricks
away from the crime scene

the one that had burned down, the ones who had burned down.

we're the ones who had burned down. the ones who had burned down.