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The Rooms (Free verse) by crownfox

Here is the room where you were pulled from your mother. Here is the room where we learned what our bodies were for. Here is the room where I found I could love you. Here is the room where you spilled the wine and it stained the tiles. Here is the room where your body was wrapped in the sheets and pulled from the bed.

Fear of Garbage 23-Feb-03/2:41 PM
mmmm i like it and i get the end but its a litle unclear and anonymous




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