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One moment I was in your life - in every single nook and cranny, trying to smooth out your broken edges the same way you smoothed out mine. But that was only for a moment, and the next I was gone. You cleared me out, got a paint job and fresh wallpaper, stripping me of mine and leaving me naked and alone and bare. Don't you care? Don't you care that I had made a happy home in your heart even though I'd only just moved in and the previous resident had left their mark? I don't know what to say other than god ****** I've got space for you, the keys in the lock and you don't even need to knock because I'll be waiting. So please, please make room for me because I've never felt so beautiful as when you took the word and translated it into a hundred thousand gestures and expressions and precious memories. My wallpaper's torn right through but I can stick it back together if only you give me the permission. You don't have to keep on living in broken homes. So just let me try and fix the one we made.
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
Wallpaper
One moment I was in your life - in every single nook and cranny, trying to smooth out your broken edges the same way you smoothed out mine. But that was only for a moment, and the next I was gone. You cleared me out, got a paint job and fresh wallpaper, stripping me of mine and leaving me naked and alone and bare. Don't you care? Don't you care that I had made a happy home in your heart even though I'd only just moved in and the previous resident had left their mark? I don't know what to say other than god ****** I've got space for you, the keys in the lock and you don't even need to knock because I'll be waiting. So please, please make room for me because I've never felt so beautiful as when you took the word and translated it into a hundred thousand gestures and expressions and precious memories. My wallpaper's torn right through but I can stick it back together if only you give me the permission. You don't have to keep on living in broken homes. So just let me try and fix the one we made.
Not my best but oh well
devon-webb
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devon-webb
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
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