She
By bob
The figure walks into the room with a glowing sensation, Her eyes glaze the room like two strobe lights. In the corner a small man busily works on a photocopy machine, sweat pours down his face before lashing out. She walks up and gently touches it, he turns to her and looks up, the beauty in front of him is too much to take. He falls back on the copier with a large thud, to hear the wheels inside turn and churn. Love is taking the path, the path to a greater place of endless happiness. Written November 22nd, 2001 © on Nov 21 2001 06:23 PM PST 0 • 8
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