I slough into scatter into dust in my tiny white world, the cube in the closet where you put me, in the back above the shelving in a secret compartment cut into the wall alongside the extra bottle of Stolichnaya that's here just in case. When I close my eyes I still see you.
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The Stolichnaya is a perfect touch.