Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Sucker Punch
She sits on a bench, waiting for your next word. The world surrounding you is chaotic, yet the bubble you're in is so calm, so serene. Bass lines fade out and she watches your face as you try to speak...but your mouth is empty. She smiles and turns away, knowing you have something to say. She'll wait. In her sweater and boots she sits there nervous, and you know it. You won't say anything. Instead you turn her around and you make her see stars.
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