books are open and everywhere
papers on Shakespeare are scattered on the table
a red check mark could be found on some of the pages
clothes left to dry and some still in the machine
the bed is left undone as if they had just gotten up
a glass half empty is sitting on the bedside table
a pile of clothes are in front of a mirror
many, of which, would never be worn again
this place is a time capsule
not too long ago did this person disappear and was never seen again
they had no family and no one came to clean up the house
their story and how they lived is the only thing that remains
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200 Days 200 Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. But I swear I'm not going through things. But it's mostly love poems...with some morbid, with some personal, but they're all just a story in the end. . (*^ω^*) . started writing - November 12, 2019 finished writing - April 1...
