the pink house was so empty without you. i snuck into your room and smelled your pillow i put on your night gown and walked around your room lazily strumming your guitar i leafed through your collection of russian literature and felt the crinkle of the pages under my fingers i poured myself a glass of your finest PBR and slowly sipped it while perched by your window waiting for my wanderer to come home
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the pink house was so empty without you.
i snuck into your room and smelled your pillow
i put on your night gown
and walked around your room lazily strumming your guitar
i leafed through your collection of russian literature and felt the crinkle of the pages under my fingers
i poured myself a glass of your finest PBR and slowly sipped it while perched by your window
waiting for my wanderer to come home
josie, i love this picture. that beard isn't joking around.
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