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.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
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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