Fill the empty side
Of the bed
With a crumpled
Crimson blanket and
Hopeless lucid dreaming
Fill me up
With poems
And unhappy endings
Forget how this room
Smells like
Remind me of how utterly
Inconspicuous
Your kisses were
Run your fingers against the
Unwarranted words
We once swore
Under pretenses,
Under pastel-colored umbrellas,
In this room we once shared.
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