There is no bed in her room.
Light from the stars juts crookedly
Across the floorboards.
She has torn down the curtains.
And sleeps on the kitchen floor,
Wary of breath.
Where she had loved now lies bare.
The paint peeling off the walls.
Light from the stars juts crookedly
Across the floorboards.
She has torn down the curtains.
And sleeps on the kitchen floor,
Wary of breath.
Where she had loved now lies bare.
The paint peeling off the walls.
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