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I never had a room. Well, I had a room But, I was allergic to dust. I am allergic to dust. So, early on She took all the books Off the cold off-white metal shelves That clanked and groaned Under their weight Put the humidifier in And let the velvety steam Perspire on my peach painted walls. I think they were peach. Maybe another hue of pink. Which I grew to hate Because she slept in blue.
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
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I never had a room. Well, I had a room But, I was allergic to dust. I am allergic to dust. So, early on She took all the books Off the cold off-white metal shelves That clanked and groaned Under their weight Put the humidifier in And let the velvety steam Perspire on my peach painted walls. I think they were peach. Maybe another hue of pink. Which I grew to hate Because she slept in blue.
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
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