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ChimericalDestitute — 11-D
Published: 2005-08-15 06:32:03 +0000 UTC; Views: 111; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 9
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Description The enclosed quarters.
The recycled air.
The wrapper crinkles.
The page turns.
The question hushed.
The lesson learned.

Heat races through fried nerves.
Cool air teases one,
tempts one,
lies to one,
with the believability of a saint.

We were so close,
but we stayed so far.

An old friend,
becomes a pelting adversary.
I would forgive their disposition
had their inflicted pain not been monetary.

Someone sighs,
but it melts into the droning hum.

A man sleeps, a child snores,
a father laughs, a mother ignores.
I am jealous of them all.

I watch my sleeping friend as her arm slips from the assigned position,
awakening her from her fitful slumber.
And as there is no movement from this bird of wonder,
I’ll sit in silence from my windowed number.
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EOglander [2005-08-15 14:57:54 +0000 UTC]

I see you started writing again. I'm glad to see that!

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ChimericalDestitute In reply to EOglander [2005-08-15 15:14:09 +0000 UTC]

me 2

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