MagiStream

Pillows, blankets, against the wall
'Tween the bed and said wall, they like to fall.
Window, your curtains softly fluttered
But against the heat of the day you're now shuttered.
Nothing else here but the bed I lay in.
Nothing else to add, and so I say fin.

Nothing there
Blank slate
Endless possibility
To create
New to this place,
You're not yet tainted
An empty canvas
Yet to be painted

Ush aimjfuyh

Under Sara's house. Ada is making judgmental friends under your house.

uhhh... yes!

handbag/wallet collection?

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Keep going under Xavier's great round box holding kittens

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Let every individual view Jordan's River. He saw girls; individually. Love hurts.

yup!

stuffed animal collection?

Oddly, yes. Though accidental.

music stand?

More than three.

Art on your walls?

Forgot to mention: the above poem is about my dresser next to my bed. Namely, the things on the dresser that I haven't cleaned off in years. As for next to me now... Paper curling, aging, furling As the fan's breeze may set them twirling Darkened eyes and slick supple scales Below and between fur wi...