There is a coat on my door
To whom it belongs to at this point is uncertain
But it is there
There is room here
How much can be put in this space is unknown
But there is room
There is words on pages in books on shelfs in my room
I am not too clear on how they got there
There is a certain sweetness to salt
But I can't quit describe it
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
There is a coat on my door
To whom it belongs to at this point is uncertain
But it is there
There is room here
How much can be put in this space is unknown
But there is room
There is words on pages in books on shelfs in my room
I am not too clear on how they got there
There is a certain sweetness to salt
But I can't quit describe it
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