i feel uglier than this wood floor
that creaks and bends when walked upon
dust catches into the walls folding over
like water on ceans tips flipping boats
the winds singing of sweet thoughts
while the flowers wallow and sway
for once i sat there alone letting the rain
catch up to my restless thoughts of nothing
i looked up and saw myself stopping to think
that i never actually loved myself.....
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