Bobby pins are scattered
Across the tiny apartment like rice,
Shiny metal reminders of carefree pleasures.
A dainty and colorful bouquet
Of shoes lays discarded by the door,
Each finding consolation in the closeness of its mate.
The scent of vanilla hangs
Over this new home like a veil,
Its soft blur brightening each feature with anticipation.
The strange and vivid sweetness of change.
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