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May 02. 2026
I’m a tiny room that’s not for sleep, I guard your shirts and secrets deep. You visit me but never stay, I eat your mess at least, that’s what you say. What am I?
May 02. 2026
I’m a tiny room that’s not for sleep, I guard your shirts and secrets deep. You visit me but never stay, I eat your mess at least, that’s what you say. What am I?