The Day You Died

Mon, 10/17/2016 - 00:53 -- rlegg5


The Day You Died





I scrubbed your prints

from my walls

and got rid of your dust


because it does no good

mingling with mine anyways


and as for your photo

in the back of my wallet


it’s now nothing more


than I ever was


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