17 July 2026, 10.37PM
I pull your polo out of the dryer
Still warm, I hold it to my face
And at arm’s length I wonder
at its littleness in space.
I pull your polo out of the dryer
Still warm, I hold it to my face
And at arm’s length I wonder
at its littleness in space.
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