Gazing out the window
at the raw, urban wreckage
of a bygone apartment building
across the street
made her stop and think.
"Imagine," she said to him,
unzipping her skirt,
letting it fall to the floor.
"Imagine all the love that happened over there...
Imagine all the broken hearts."
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And who in the apartment building might have gazed back at the house and thought the same thing...
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ReplyDeleteThe word recognition was "proses." Hmmm.
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