You left your favorite Phish t-shirt at my house. Well, okay maybe you didn't leave it...But its here, 12 hours away from you. I wonder if you miss it. Its not like I can wear it, because it would only make me think of you and your bullshit excuses about why you don't ever want to touch me again. But its not like you would ever want it back because it smells like me, and that smell makes you sick. I wonder if your sitting on your couch thinking about all the times we made love on it. Does it still smell like me? And if those smells stay, would my smell become yours?
Reason for writing:
I had this thought driving on the interstate...Think about it
Birth sign: Aries
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