he says your soap smells like dirt as i walk into the bathroom to find him sitting on the edge of the tub as if despair is bourne in the scent of one's own skin patchouli leaves scatter as the morning rays filter through the window what would you like me to do? i ask nothing. he says as his beard leaves droppings in my sinkBirth sign: Libra
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