talking to the tiles of the bathroom floor: convinced, convicted, guilty. pleading my case to the plumbing like the pipes would defend me. the light bulbs whisper flourescently: love me, let me leave the ground. and i tell them if i remember in the morning then i'll try to write it down but right now, right. no, i'm looking for redemption between
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thank you.
Your writing is incredible.
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