Ghosted

Ghosted

The inflection of her voice told you

What she thought

The rise and fall of her chest

like her voice

Accident, it was an accident to meet.

She was there, all there only for a time

She left,

but was there.

04/11/2017

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~musingsilence ~∞ © LadyO©

In the year 2017 of conflict and wandering aimlessly ©

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