She said nothing on that crystalline moring.
Echoes of sadness and rage radiated outward in myriad directions.
Her red-rimmed eyes avoided mine. Our affections had been diverging notions.
I whispered something, but she walked away. My words were trivial.
My heart, a numbed country of one, bombed and decorated in gnarled rubble, begged her to turn around.
If she did, my next words would be like planes dropped from the skies.
Echoes of sadness and rage radiated outward in myriad directions.
Her red-rimmed eyes avoided mine. Our affections had been diverging notions.
I whispered something, but she walked away. My words were trivial.
My heart, a numbed country of one, bombed and decorated in gnarled rubble, begged her to turn around.
If she did, my next words would be like planes dropped from the skies.
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