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it's not monday but it should be
I'm going to have a hard time cleaning up this mess
sorting out the bedsheets and pulling the mattress topper back into place,
throwing out the takeaway we were too drunk to eat
the febreeze won't hide the sweat and rotten food, not very well
my little den of hedonism feels empty without my love to share it with
without his arms around me, without his cologne,
I feel unclean in the morning-after mess
my bf came back for a visit. it was fun, but we made a lot of mess and now he's back at uni and I miss him again.
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