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I wonder what it's like to live inside that room.
Shagpile carpet, detested furniture,
and wallpaper that hangs well beyond it's time.
Similtanious bouts of tears and laughter,
Are a sight so often seen.
For this lost one,
It's a map of where she's been.

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The first tear is always the hottest. I wipe it away, and still it sears my skin.
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