A house built inward is all that remains when nowhere remains.

2:37 p.m.

7,739 days I’ve spent dressed in someone else’s clothes. 7,739 days I’ve spent performing in everyone’s shows.

7,739 days I’ve spent loving other lovers’ woes.

7,739 days I’ve spent as nothing.

Until yesterday. 1 day I’ve spent as a published poem writer.

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