the house had a used scent.
they just lied there,
getting drunker,
less quiet.
they were competing for the same pant leg.
he lamented her toil
to liven bleak rented
walls.
the walls, she thought,
validated the delusions.
then there was the cat.
they were sick,
lonely and
(maybe) in love.
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