Work together they’ve had s e p a r a t e b e d r o o m s (for years) HE doesn’t respect her SHE doesn’t appreciate him (an accidental poem by Andy.)
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SOFT
My flannel wintertime sheets The petals of the yellow flowers on the table My belly, especially sitting in an office all day Our voices in the bedroom, floating above our invisible bodies
fog up the windows 