'loss' 'heartbreak' 'death'
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It may seem foolish to themwhy I was crying over the dresser I had no to way to express myself-except for the dresser,where I had stored my life
I look at the doorway in which the only light in the apartment pierces the abyssal hallway.
I look at the tattered shower curtain that lay on the white tile.
you carried but you could not hold
you felt but you could not see
your body was a home
a home with strong walls
and protected doors
