Part two

I remember all the times I forgot flowers

That time we tried to shower

Neither of us staying clean

I’ve let you go,

The smoke of that loss

Gone before I knew….

The thing I miss most is the

caramel,

knock-me-out,

apple pie you made.

That shit was almost worth

Your crap attitude and your shit ass friend

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