What did he whisper
in those last hurried
moments when her hair fell
across her lips and his hand
left hers. He was there,
then he was gone. A straight
grey spine receding
in the distance, swallowed
up in the growl of the crowd.
What did he whisper
in those last hurried
moments when her hair fell
across her lips and his hand
left hers. He was there,
then he was gone. A straight
grey spine receding
in the distance, swallowed
up in the growl of the crowd.
“A straight
grey spine receding
in the distance..” Love this phrase!
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breathtaking
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I’m glad you like it!
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Thanks!
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lovely, poignant
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Thanks, Ray!
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Lovely indeed.
Anna :o]
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Glad you liked it, Anna.
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whew…you can feel the pulling away in this…voluntary or otherwise…
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Good! Thanks for reading, Brian.
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