Keep out the rain

 
There's the halo of rainy mist,
there's the scar.
In the upturned collar
is a warning:
Lies we buried in those soft memories,
imprints of a love,
shall rise up in a lightning flash,
a glowering split of synapses
aimed with our good intentions.
They wake in the mornings,
darkness in the afterglow;
questions we don't need answers to,
truths we never should have told.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Neutral Milk Hotel, In An Aeroplane Over The Sea