The room's quiet and spare.
There was a desk just large enough for materials and my work preparations to lay,
but no bookshelves or files the room wasn't for reading or
research, and on top of that a white
linen bedsheet that I change between months.
She still used my room in the
mornings and I used it in the night. For that reason it was
impersonal, ascetic even.
I imagine her visible in every possibility;
i do not want to see her.
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guys do not creep out i was bored & i was thinking of a lady i accidentally saw at home.
ok fine its a little creepy, but im the one living here and its fine now.
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