Cloudy ceilings seem cheap with fake stars always falling down
upon piles of dirty clothes and dusty books, swallowed and forgotten.
And each night her sky grows a little darker 'cause

One

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One

She’s wearing her dreams on the sleeve with her heart,
wrapped in a straight jacket of excuses.

A/N: had to use some creativity to have fp show the piece the way i wanted it. added to the poemish thingy a bit but ill prolly still come back to it and change/add to it.