the clerk
By lilanais
she whiles the hours patiently away a curious smile playing upon her lips a secret uttered not but in hushed tones whispered quietly in her joyful dreams in long lingering gazes, in soft sighs and how she makes it through the dreary day stroking the keyboard with her fingertips amid the bustle and the screaming phones god only knows -- or so it only seems she might be wiser than we realize Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 06:14 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"she whiles the hours patiently away..."