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Four blue walls, four pink walls, three yellow walls, one green. Moved everything across the hall got paint on the ceiling, put pictures on the wall. Went away, came back. Took pictures off the wall, photographs of strangers. Put them in a box, back of the closet. She told me once that skeletons sleep there. Seems peaceful. Out of sight, never mind. Lost my home, but found a new one. If you lose yourself, check my closet. a.bee
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
things inside my closet pt.1
Four blue walls, four pink walls, three yellow walls, one green. Moved everything across the hall got paint on the ceiling, put pictures on the wall. Went away, came back. Took pictures off the wall, photographs of strangers. Put them in a box, back of the closet. She told me once that skeletons sleep there. Seems peaceful. Out of sight, never mind. Lost my home, but found a new one. If you lose yourself, check my closet. a.bee
angelina-bee
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
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