Thursday, October 22, 2015

I Heard You From the Needy End

She waited for it. The nearness of her words insisted to make her change her mind. It was quick. She could have stopped whenever she wanted, but she listened, intently, to him. He was all she had, if you count the television, she was an insider that wanted to know more about the day. She, I, am curious. I'm not confirming it, it is intense, but you passed away next to me, although the crowd's familiar with you, life is reaffirming in the silence of the peeping voices that count on my accuracy.

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