Built a bed frame, clicked
struts into platform, brushed foam flakes and test anxiety from knit button down sweater—yeah, I wear knit button down sweaters—god, I feel twenty two years old. I feel every snap and creak, turn with every screw, rail at the missing leg caps and empty rooms in my soul and when at last the mattress explodes over the iron skeleton I'd molded I press my past into the memory foam and hope I'll sleep better from now on
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