In this apartment,
we share our lives.
It is not mine.
It is not yours.
It is not ours.
It is a file in some rich man's cabinet down by the bay;
but for now, it holds us.
Its walls have yet to trap me.
With you here..
i feel free in this one bedroom
as if i have rooms upon rooms to discover.
You are all the rooms,
i've never had.
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