She asks,
how can you be happy
living in this
no bedroom ********
that somehow gets smaller
with every sigh?
We weren’t supposed
to be these people,
happily moving hot air
from one place to the next.
We are like mannequins now
every aching minute together
same faces and no new words.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
She asks,
how can you be happy
living in this
no bedroom ********
that somehow gets smaller
with every sigh?
We weren’t supposed
to be these people,
happily moving hot air
from one place to the next.
We are like mannequins now
every aching minute together
same faces and no new words.
let's just stare
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