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yet the room continues to maintain life.
even though it looks and feels vacant inside.
all the windows are cracked and broken,
serving as visual representations of what we would rather not remember.
never shall we part.
mounds of fur and regurgitated food sit silently on the windowsill.
yet the room continues to maintain life.
it's what has been swept under the rug that pollutes the void now.
laying slightly dormant under the skin,
itching just enough for attention.
never shall we part.
now there's a lifetime that echos inside my mind.
the room wasn't always this color,
and the life that is maintained, isn't from us.
the blackest of hills forever loom within that distance.
always are we apart.
time regulated and money calculated.
the emptiness seems so deliberate,
as the abandonment is so apparent.
bound to me for an eternity,
i've tried this room on before.
slipping out of it like dresses that i don't ever wear.
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the room maintains life.
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This is beautiful, evocative. I keep coming back to it--I've been here before.
Fuck yea, Piper! You nailed it woman. As I dangle, hangin' by a thread of indifference, you somehow hit that golden chord. Fuck yea!
well, u know how i love to write about the sunny disposition of life, as it morally and spiritually amputates your soul. ha.
you know what inspired this? i was watching a documentary on the Chernobyl disaster of '86 and how it turned Prypiat, into an abandoned radioactive wasteland, incapable of being inhabitable for another hundred years.. so it's this whole city that's just being taken over by nature, and they showed this schoolhouse... , it looked so dismally abandoned, old broken dolls n shit scattered. yet, the room still maintained life, not because of people, but because of nature..., a visual analogy of a place we've all been to before... and will return to throughout life.
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