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on a cold wet afternoon, in a room full of emptiness, by a freeway, i confess, i was lost in the pages- of a book full of death; reading how we'll die alone, and if we're good we'll lay to rest anywhere we want to go. in your house, i long to be. room by room, patiently. i'll wait for you there, like a stone- i'll wait for you there, alone.
my babypuppy, macy
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