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May 2014
no vacancy, i said
finger pointed toward my head

_
and yet that night i huddled cold
with you every blanket sold,
and every lamp that warmly glowed-

blackout curtains took the place
of floral dainties, window-graced
so come the morning sun's bright shine,
i might forget it once was mine.
this is hella **** years later
Jessica Fisher
Written by
Jessica Fisher  Eugene, OR
(Eugene, OR)   
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