Esperanza (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} topnauchfarce) wrote,@ 2008-01-28 12:08:00 |
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Her shrill voice sprang
through the clouds,
leaving the
residue of
panic. Whirling
with violent
motions she grabbed
her bag and slammed
the door behind
her, promising
never to gossip again.
What goes around,
comes back to you
in a black-
berry. Later
that day she drove
off a cliff.
