today i got my stuff
all the things she took
that did not matter
to anyone but me
i put it on my shelves
cluttered mastrpieces
of me
this is not the best
day
to think anything but her
alone in skyscrapers
of melodic
misery
i keep seeing
windows offering reflections,
mind blowing high places
searching
this is not the best
day
to think anything but her
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