I threw away
your spare toothbrush,
and the cigarette
you burned
at my windowsill,
on two different days
after counting
how long since you'd left.
*I tell myself
that I'm over you,
while I sing the blues
under my breath.*
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
I threw away
your spare toothbrush,
and the cigarette
you burned
at my windowsill,
on two different days
after counting
how long since you'd left.
*I tell myself
that I'm over you,
while I sing the blues
under my breath.*
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