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I'll always wait for the glasses to spill before I take them out. I'll always empty my closets and let everything sleep on the bed. I'll sit on the edge and have a staring contest with the mirror. I'll always surrender. The fan is buzzing. There's a web in every corner. Furniture is the devil's work. I will always fall in love with walls and floors. I hear the highways and I don't want to be here. I'll always be homesick but only houses exist. Homes are a myth.
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
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I'll always wait for the glasses to spill before I take them out. I'll always empty my closets and let everything sleep on the bed. I'll sit on the edge and have a staring contest with the mirror. I'll always surrender. The fan is buzzing. There's a web in every corner. Furniture is the devil's work. I will always fall in love with walls and floors. I hear the highways and I don't want to be here. I'll always be homesick but only houses exist. Homes are a myth.
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Sep 4, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
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