Last Box To Burn?
Should I burn it?
He doesn't care
They are just memories
Of love never there
I think I should
Maybe not
Right now
It's too flippin' hot!
Maybe come winter
I'll set it outside
The water will smear everything together
Just like my feelings inside
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