It’s Too Clean

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my sleeping time

Between my mother
my brother(s),
my lover

Anything to wake up
somewhere else.

To escape

Blank White Walls
of Lonliness.

The clean lines,
Glass

high ceilings
Glorious sunlight from the windows
Overpowering

Pristine floors

Surfaces
empty of purposes

When everything is in its place, what do you do?
Break something?

Make a mess…

Or run into someone else’s mess
to find comfort?

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