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the ussr has blue toenails.

by @charmingblather

I still have the USSR on the globe in my room. Remember that time when it fell on you? And you skirted away like it was a bomb? I hope it didn't scare you. I didn't mean for it to drop on you. I still have the blue nail polish on my toenails. It doesn't have anything to do with you. At least not objectively, you know? You probably don't since you are a dog. And also because you are dead. I keep it on because it was there when you were here. And now you are gone. Which is ok. Not bad. Because I still have the USSR on my globe.
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20 / F / Boston
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Written by
charmingblather
20 / F / Boston
Published
Jul 24, 2017
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#dog#dead#grief
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