Ask Jeeves: At What Temperature Does Love Melt?

The smallest segment of thread.

Removed from your letterman jacket.

Discovered within the sheets of my bed.

An impulsive thrift store purchase.

An unknown name emblazoned along the sleeve.

An offer to leave.

A request for reprieve.

Denied.

Every stitch your poorly constructed IKEA dresser contained, smelled of Camel lights and false confidence.

A product of cheap swedish manufacturing.

Manufactured these lies and the truths that we spoke.

I manifested my love, it was starting to show.

An attempt to suppress what had already grown.

Cultivated without regard for the proceeding semester.

You would study abroad.

I would study the clock until the visit in March.

An abortion of something that developed a pulse.

Internal organs and bones.

ALL YOUR S**T'S AT MY HOUSE!

Your records that I had once prominently displayed have now been contained to a vacant passageway that had served as a means of a fire escape.

I would still burn alive to extinguish these things.

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[richy]

GOOD S**T LET IT OUT IAN!