white pants
Her heart burned down in my hand
like a cigarette. I watched the ash curl
until it toppled, smashing silently on my thigh.
I was glad for my white pants.
like a cigarette. I watched the ash curl
until it toppled, smashing silently on my thigh.
I was glad for my white pants.


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