TOMMY HILFIGER BREAK-UP
I fished out a pair of your underpants from behind the washer. A spider clung to the band. I set him free. What to do about your undies? Call you? No. We aren’t speaking. I could make a bonfire, eat Smores and toss them in. A purging. After I throw them in the kitchen trash can, I await the trash
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