Fabric stained with me,

assuiming that's why you

don't wear them anymore

or maybe you burned them

to disintergrate my cells

away from something your

mother had bought

interesting is the fact that you remember every little thing

I wore of yours

when you couldn't remember the 19th of September

but I know you still have 

it because it's the only

tangible thing I gave you

that couldn't be blown away.

So idol the stone, the brown

the fur on the crown because those were irreplaceable.

thank you for throwin me in your closet with the guns and

bullets a friend

once deposit.