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Nothing happens. No one says anything.

Three beds are in the room and one orange
tiger rug is in the room and a healthy
pink orchid is in the room and you sat
in the room and yr long dangling legs were
in the room and I was perched on my
bed across from you in the room and I
thought about running my tongue up yr
leg in the room and then you'd stop
talking about yr fucking ex-boyfriend
in the room and you'd stop getting
drunk and singing badly off yr balcony
and I'd figured out what the hell it is
I'm doing in the room but we just look
at each other in the room and the walls
are white in the room and the floor
is dirty in the room and my broken
lamp is in the room.

No one happens. Nothing says anything.