Still standing in the hall,
your ghost by the window.
What was once radiant,
dust settles in its place.
This melancholy abounds in these letters.
And I know that woe gets us all in the end.
And I bet we’ll get it wrong in the end.
This melancholy abounds in these letters.
I watched you burn so many bridges.
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If a painting of someone crying in the snow, holding their broken life in a warm embrace sounded like something it would sound like this album Christian
Portland shoegaze that plays, as the best representatives of the genre do, with huge, hollow atmosphere against intimate observations. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 23, 2016