stopA Poem by pancake
Even the leaves under where your truck used to sit
I raked them up I didn't want to but you can't just leave them They're already 3 months old Now everything you touched here is gone except the tube for your nicotine pills I use for weed Because it says STOP I think to myself STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU I can pretend I'm trying
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Added on February 14, 2016 Last Updated on February 14, 2016 |