Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The gloomy atmosphere.
Cherry wood floor creaking with each step.
The comfy couch flowing fatigue into me.
Offers after offers.
No's and no thank you's.
Fake eyes staring out.
The lady below us complaining about your flowers.
The back of your hand on my cheek.
Your care thrown at me.
My attention handed to you.

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