i’m not really sure
who’s been here
in my place
the word unsaid
left an empty bed
but under black light,
the semen
the saliva
in the closet,
tangled hangers
on the floor
in a vase
on the nightstand,
the beauty of
6 dead flowers
its been many years
and the dream
never changes
the room
the promise,
unkept
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