The glass in between.

The nail polish you wear keeps on peeling off. Your socks lye in bundles, beside the bars of tables. Your drawers are over stuffed and really hard to open. Your hair is short and dry. Your wallet is empty. All you pens are out of ink.

But I love you.

And no matter what, I owe you nothing but complete transparency.

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