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The privacy of a bathroom stall and And two roommates A triple by any other name so closely identifying with the toothpaste **** in the sink its like a skin, you know the grime it keeps things warm but the conclusion, forever missing the ever elusive reason why (akin to opening a door to an empty room) is mysteriously absent the room is empty and I can throw my head against the wall with abandon sighing, of course to the ever present accompaniment of fallen beauty products on a gross tile floor slick with intentions the room is occupied and I lift my head from the wall with cautious precision these walls are thin and I hear the meaningless sounds of people going about their day the trite sound of a dropping book or a sweatshirt being unzipped the room is empty again, and will be for a while,  and the poster behind my shoulder curls in protest as I shift my shoulders to think better
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Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
The Privacy of a Bathroom Stall
The privacy of a bathroom stall and And two roommates A triple by any other name so closely identifying with the toothpaste **** in the sink its like a skin, you know the grime it keeps things warm but the conclusion, forever missing the ever elusive reason why (akin to opening a door to an empty room) is mysteriously absent the room is empty and I can throw my head against the wall with abandon sighing, of course to the ever present accompaniment of fallen beauty products on a gross tile floor slick with intentions the room is occupied and I lift my head from the wall with cautious precision these walls are thin and I hear the meaningless sounds of people going about their day the trite sound of a dropping book or a sweatshirt being unzipped the room is empty again, and will be for a while,  and the poster behind my shoulder curls in protest as I shift my shoulders to think better
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Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
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