three burnt out best friends+ period dramas+ a mixed feeling of clarity and uneasiness= perfect blog time.
grass
the secret spot under the stairs
fold out table with my nappy hairs
pipes above, paint cans on the ground
careful to listen for a warning sound
smoke rings circle above
one closet filled with so much love
debussy playing in my mind
the place that no one can find
come in here to nurse your concussion
listen to the wall's percussion
bang your elbow on the door
feel the cold of the floor
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