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[I][align=center]She struts in
quietly,
softly as a cat,
almost unnoticed.
“A cup of tea?”
She stares in pensiveness
for
a single moment.
“Yes,”
She whispers,
sits –
still almost unnoticed –
at the counter.
Her eyes lightless,
her teeth stained brown,
her voice soft
yet…
just
too low.
She holds the spoon above her tea,
pours sugar,
ever so gently,
ever so carefully,
puts it in the cup,
repeats the ritual thrice.
Not a speck of sugar on the counter.
“I haven’t seen him for a long time.
I… I just came back from seeing him.
They let me.”
She smiles.
Her eyes light up with pleasure
but
in an instant
they return to lifelessness.
She sips her tea,
her eyes transfixed at nothing.
I notice a tear….[/align][/I]
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21-07-2009 @ 01:44 | ::smile.:: | | Simos_Vassilis
21-07-2009 @ 02:02 | She sips her tea,
her eyes transfixed at nothing.
I notice a tear….
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