hepcatbflat

Monday, June 18, 2012

that old brown-glass Clorox bleach bottle was a gift

She said, " oh, Colors of the Sun? "
" No, " i replied,
" different memories. "

She said something else, but
i had lit a cigarette
and wasn't listening
anymore.

She didn't know.

It was a gift.

It was a gift.
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