In the Guise of Couplets

every room came furnished half-real & dead like
mirrors on skin yet we whispered it doesn’t matter

what but we did & checked under the beds & in
the closets sometimes surprises & whole other

rooms with other things once a child’s room &
a tiny pink house that was also abandoned empty
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