she
She, the light of a candle grow weary into the late hours of the night,
thoughts as still as the clock now stopped on the wall at 2:22am.
Restless she paces the floor, waiting, her eyes empty ,lost, and tired; the lamp nearly gone with fuel, sits dim on the mantle of a fireplace long cold and still; memories flash in her mind from childhood, one by one they disappear, to late to remember, to late to see...
One down she thinks to herself, as she sips her tea now chill from the long wait of being wanted, touched, the story flashed in her mind of another day and time, O' glorious me, she says, she laughs at the silence she just broke, to make sure she still exist, exist not....
thoughts as still as the clock now stopped on the wall at 2:22am.
Restless she paces the floor, waiting, her eyes empty ,lost, and tired; the lamp nearly gone with fuel, sits dim on the mantle of a fireplace long cold and still; memories flash in her mind from childhood, one by one they disappear, to late to remember, to late to see...
One down she thinks to herself, as she sips her tea now chill from the long wait of being wanted, touched, the story flashed in her mind of another day and time, O' glorious me, she says, she laughs at the silence she just broke, to make sure she still exist, exist not....
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