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*This is what it feels like to be furniture. * Doors open and close. I am here, Silent, eyes open, unmoving Only the steady rise and fall Separates me From the inanimate crap cluttering our house. *This is what it feels like to be furniture. * You see the back of my head I try to keep myself steady I hear you turn around And walk away. You have better things to do Than ask why I’m not speaking to you again. *This is what it feels like to be furniture. * You mention absently that We need new couches, You don’t want to continue trying, And that the toilet needs to be fixed. I can’t be bothered to fight with you, After all, the couch isn't objecting to you throwing it away.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
This Is What It Feels Like To Be Furniture
*This is what it feels like to be furniture. * Doors open and close. I am here, Silent, eyes open, unmoving Only the steady rise and fall Separates me From the inanimate crap cluttering our house. *This is what it feels like to be furniture. * You see the back of my head I try to keep myself steady I hear you turn around And walk away. You have better things to do Than ask why I’m not speaking to you again. *This is what it feels like to be furniture. * You mention absently that We need new couches, You don’t want to continue trying, And that the toilet needs to be fixed. I can’t be bothered to fight with you, After all, the couch isn't objecting to you throwing it away.
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alanna-high
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
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