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Something else
a small box for me to put my things in.
Sunday, May 8
Seeing stars.
Painting the day away.
A little dazed and confused.
Coughing up the cliches.
Home feels like a dirty word;
I'm not so sure I understand.
Despite my mental state,
the lines are making sense.
W.I.P(invisible plurals)
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I used to live in a concrete room on the 3rd floor overlooking a park that some homeless people/students dance, sleep and sing in. Now I practice circus skills(trapeze, tissue and rope)
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