Twelve Months
By birksy
Don't leave it now, there's another year to fear, another twelve months that can be spent quietly, darkly, without a chance of finding a way out. She said words to me, the seeds of thought that she knew she would, then walked away, let them grow, until, at last I reaped what she sowed, and I can see straight through her, and she doesn't like that. Feeling better by the minute, twelve months now to look forward to, she'll not be looking back. Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 06:29 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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