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there are three blood stains on our sheets in the shape of various european countries and there is a dying white rose you bought me last tuesday when i called in sick it sits on the dresser, strangled by baby's breath a single window, broken blinds shoes tripped over every morning when you stumble out of bed to go to class and i stay and bask in the glow of your empty space in the mattress wood floor scratched by broken glass tubes of lipstick half-melted in august sun the tv where we turned on carrie on a sticky summer night and lay on top of the sheets and couldn't remember how it ended this is the room where i fell in love with you
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
our bedroom
there are three blood stains on our sheets in the shape of various european countries and there is a dying white rose you bought me last tuesday when i called in sick it sits on the dresser, strangled by baby's breath a single window, broken blinds shoes tripped over every morning when you stumble out of bed to go to class and i stay and bask in the glow of your empty space in the mattress wood floor scratched by broken glass tubes of lipstick half-melted in august sun the tv where we turned on carrie on a sticky summer night and lay on top of the sheets and couldn't remember how it ended this is the room where i fell in love with you
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
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