You know the pile of dirty clothes I always keep above my sofa?
I think we lost our love in this mess of a room.
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Bittersweet
PoésieThis is a compilation of poems and other random things I write, usually at 8 a.m. in the subway or 11 p.m. while I eat cereal.
• Mess
You know the pile of dirty clothes I always keep above my sofa?
I think we lost our love in this mess of a room.
