my place.
just me alone
in this strange room,
this
empty apartment
furniture
borrowed
or gifted,
bare bones.
a dish, a pot.
a pillow,
a mattress on the floor.
but it's a start.
i'll have more,
more of
everything,
hopefully soon.
come see me,
stop by
when you can.
at night without
shades on the window
i can see the moon.
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