Your Room
That vacant spaceon your wall,
staring at me,
says it all.
Dull images,
and forgotten anecdotes
surround me,
flotsam and jetsam.
I have no trouble leaving,
Now you're already gone.
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Written on 2011-10-06 at 20:12
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