I dont feel the wind tonight. I can hear it talk to yellow city lights in the distance. They disturb me. Just like the banal silence of a scream heard from within oneself. The Big Bad Inane Silence. And when the Big Bad Wolf came along...
It followed me to the black room. It heard the splinters of broken glass collide a second time. The vase was given to me by a dead man. My favorite piece of crystal in the house. I didnt see the smoke rise out of it. We all just stood there. Uncertain.
The friend i made today showed me unerring sorrow. I stopped expecting the phonecall.
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