My thumb still finds its way
to the base of the finger
where we used to rest
to the base of the finger
where we used to rest
Now we sit, unused,
in my drawer
with my ties and drugs
in my drawer
with my ties and drugs
I don’t miss us
much
these days
much
these days
but my thumb still finds its way
to the base of the finger
to the base of the finger
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