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The carpet is ***** but I sleep on the floor of the room I lost my virginity in when I was a teenager where is she now I wonder the view of the adjacent house through the cobwebbed window remains as it did those ten or so years ago shadows of trees dance on a fresh white coat in the sometimes breeze overgrown bush and brick below with grass and damp decoys worried about an unwell friend fighting the urge to walk to the bottle shop and forget about my life for awhile
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
February 13
The carpet is ***** but I sleep on the floor of the room I lost my virginity in when I was a teenager where is she now I wonder the view of the adjacent house through the cobwebbed window remains as it did those ten or so years ago shadows of trees dance on a fresh white coat in the sometimes breeze overgrown bush and brick below with grass and damp decoys worried about an unwell friend fighting the urge to walk to the bottle shop and forget about my life for awhile
Metanoia
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
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